Remembering being sick

When I was a kid and I was sick, my mom would ask me what I wanted to eat. I loved being sick back then. Not the troubling kind, of course. Just flu, cough and cold. Because that would mean my mom’s attention was all mine and I would get pampered the whole time.

I still remember those times I got to eat everything that I loved as a kid just because my mom wanted me to feel better right away.

Blissful times…