Bethel opened her eyes the moment she felt a moist lip on her cheek. She knew who it was even before opening her eyes. The little hands, the soft warmth of it. It's no one else but Angel.

"Good morning, Amma" she chuckled exposing a perfect white set of teeth.

Bethel felt so tired to even sit up, she feels not so her. She feels so sick and doesn't want to go to the hospital.

"Angel...who got you dressed for school?" She asked.

"One of the help,when you didn't come to my room" Angel replied, and Bethel felt an abnormal movement in her bowel. The force of the vomit rushed...