Last night, my old friend Mr. Migraine kindly offered me a visit. With sickening force, my headache soon shifted from a mere presence into an attention-getter, it pounding in my temples and I felt slightly nauseated. Giving up to the inevitably, I lay down on the bed, waiting for the aspiring to work its magic.
Mum, is that so bad? My four year old son sounded genuinely worried.
I am OK, I just need some sleep. I managed a smile, trying to soothe him.
Dont worry, I can figure out something. You would soon feel better. He replied with all the confidence and authorities a four year old could muster up.
I tried to ask him whats in his mind, but another wave of pain shot like a nail through my head and I had to close my eyes. I could hear him fumbling around the bed. Thinking he couldnt possibly cause any big damages, I decided to let him go.
A few minutes late, he crawled onto the bed to check on me: Mum, do you feel any better now?
Hi, honey, just a bit fuzzy. What were you doing there? I asked.
I placed all your bills on the floor! They would ward off all the bad germs. You know, you arehe frowned, searching for a big word, and finally found the right one: you are infected.
If my head didnt hurt so much, I would give it to a laugh. I guess thats where that a good mum would get distracted by such a loving gesture and miraculously forget all the pains. But I am not that good. In fact, my headache even got worse, and I tried not to think too much about all the messes on the floor. Under such situation, I did what a mother would normally do---I lied: Guess what, I do feel better now. You are such a good doctor!
Thats all the encouragements my son needed to further his practice. Mum, wait, I can figure out something more! He rushed out to the door.
A few minutes later, he rushed back and crawled onto the bed again. This time he handed me some coins, Mummy, thats for you! he said cheerfully and handed all the coins to me. I was all confused this time, whats in his mind? Trying to bribe my sickness away? Not enough? I can find more. My son said eagerly and a though came across my mind. This time, despite my splitting headache, I laughed. About days ago, my husband brought home his bonus. I gave him a kiss, and he said teasingly that I could get all my kicks at the sight of the money. And expect a four year old to overheard everything and expect him to take everything word for word!
Honey, I do feel much better. Thanks
