Sick

The weekend after the All Fool's Day proved to be exceptionally busy. The climax came in the Sunday evening; after finished with the physician on-take round in the evening, I found Euterpe remained in bed since her afternoon nap - with a high fever.

She took some paracetamol and went to bed without dinner. (Vivian and I were understandably worried, as our daughter was already slightly underweight.) Of course she skipped her school on Monday and visited the paediatrician instead.

On Tuesday morning, she appeared better. Fever seemed settled for a moment, although our princess remained obviously less energetic than her usual. Nonetheless, by noon, she was complaining of boredom, and asked if she could go to the playground.

I got her a jacket, put on mine, and, there we went.

It was a cloudy public holiday with frequent chilly breeze. In the playground, we were met with no fewer than two dozens of kids. One of them was blowing soap bubbles and the others were chasing around. Euterpe followed suit and ran after those fragile colors for a while, then she tried the swing, and then the slide.

But, her footsteps gradually slowed down. After 10 or 15 minutes in the playground, I caught her at her hands and asked, "Are you OK?"

She nodded, "Just a bit cold."

I said, "Let's go home."

She nodded again.

We went home quickly - her temperature was 39 degree Celsius.

The lyric of Maria Cordero's Mama I Love You suddenly flashed through my mind.