Meera~

I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world.

Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times?

"Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.

I sat upright on the bed and smoothed my hair. I knew she didn't like anyone being messy.

"I am sorry, Mummy. I just feel a little sick. Do you need...