After chugging a large glass of hot water, she finally lifted the covers and lay down on the bed. She pulled the soft, smooth little girl into her arms, feeling her heartbeat and inhaling her sweet, milky scent. A sense of contentment washed over her; all the unhappiness and pain ceased to exist.
"Mama, let me check if you have a fever?"
As Cheryl spoke, she reached out her little hand and placed it on her mother's forehead. After a moment, she shot upright. "Ah! Mama, your forehead is a little hot. Should I call Papa?"
At the mention of his name, a pang went through Lara's heart. She glared at Cheryl and said unhappily, "Why would you call him?"
"When Naomi had a cold once, Julian was the one who took her to the hospital. Isn't it right for Papa to take Mama to the hospital?"
