I woke up feeling terrible. My head was throbbing, I swear I could hear the sound of mouse walking if their was one.
I was at home sick. I hated being sick. The only good thing about it is that my mom treats me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. Every time I ask for something she would get it. So while me and my dog lay on the couch reading a book or just sleeping my mom will do anything I ask. Usually I ask for her to make me some soup and to do a couple other things that I feel at that moment that I just have to have. I swear, if I wasn't sick it would be paradise.
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