I was lying on the couch when I was sick. I was lying on my right side with my cheek against the hard pillow. I was praying. I thought back to the day before and that my mother spent 9 and a half hours sitting/laying on the phone. This morning I felt better, and talked to Mama more than yesterday in terms of time ratio.

Yesterday it was more being together and me dozing, sniveling and coughing while my mom gave me her love. So today I was less violently sick and she wanted to watch hook movies.

As I lay like this I thanked God for yesterday's beautiful moments and didn't mind her doing her thing. Suddenly I felt like I was sitting on my father's lap and cuddling. He whispered in my ear, "You're doing good boy."

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