My heart breaks when I see your pale face. I hold you close and I feel the fever burning up inside your delicate frame. You play with your brother despite your weakened body but I can tell he misses your spunk. Inactivity doesn’t suit you at all, sweetheart. I want the naughtiness in your eyes to come back for they look droopy and sad. I miss your hearty laugh and wisecracks. Yes, you heard me right-the ones for which you usually get zinged by me.
Well, what can I say- it sucks you are sick. I can’t wait for you to kick this damn infection!