A Hearty Breakfast
The mushroom-haired little girl was confused.
She had no idea she had a fever...
"Don't you know?"
Child's Mom smoothed the girl's tousled hair.
"Doesn't your body feel uncomfortable?"
She was so feverish she'd become delirious...
Surely she couldn't feel nothing at all, could she?
The mushroom-haired little girl tilted her head and thought...
Did her body feel uncomfortable...
She couldn't remember.
She only remembered...
The mushroom-haired little girl's expression dimmed.
She was truly very sad.
At the park, Lulu's attitude had dealt the mushroom-haired little girl a heavy blow.
The mushroom-haired little girl's last defenses had crumbled, too.
She...
really wasn't likable.
Even her very best friend wasn't willing to take her side...
The mushroom-haired little girl felt her eyes growing sore again.
The mushroom-haired little girl gently closed her eyes.
They felt hot and swollen.
She couldn't help reaching up to rub them.
Child's Mom caught her hand.
"Don't rub them."
"Your hands are dirty."
"Do your eyes hurt?"
Child's Mom looked at the girl's red, swollen eyes, her face full of concern.
The girl had cried far too hard yesterday.
"Wait a moment."
"Mommy will get you a towel."
Child's Mom stood up.
"Wait here for Mommy."
Child's Mom turned and reminded her again.
Soon, Child's Mom returned to the hospital room carrying a basin of hot water.
The mushroom-haired little girl sat on the hospital bed.
She turned to look out the window.
The curtains lifted slightly in the breeze.
They revealed a glimpse of the scenery outside.
Sunlight streamed through a gap in the window and fell over the girl.
It should have been a warm picture.
But the gloom surrounding the girl blotted out the sunlight's brightness.
Instead, she looked especially lonely.
Child's