For a long time, she sighed and said. "It's all right, I just miss you!"

What can she say about her illness? It's not a disease visible to the naked eye. She don't seem to know what to say.

Maybe she was too sleepy and struggled too much, but she just said. "Baby, can't you sleep?"

She opened her mouth and she didn't know what to say. Ivelle simply replied. "Well, you go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Ivelle wrapped herself in a quilt and huddled up as she felt that the world was boring.

She fell asleep, vaguely aware that the bed...