Tara Pov:

        I felt something wet on my forehead. I touch it without opening my eyes. I took that thing and looked at it. It’s a wet cloth. I tried to wake up but I feel like I am burning in an Owen.

“Why did you take the cloth?” Grandma said and entered my room. She makes me lie on the bed and checked my temperature.

“Oh, dear. Your fever is not at all going down” Grandma said while placing the wet cloth back on my forehead.

I smile at her weakly. She kissed my head lovingly. “What time is it grandma?” I said to her in a weak voice....