500 AV, 35 of Winter Nehsmay woke up with a feeling of dread in her soul that particular day. It was the 20th day of Winter and her father had been gone for two weeks now selling the spare instruments he crafted in an unknown place to the young Vantha. Her little brother and sister were still asleep as Nehsmay made her way towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. Her mother was already there, cooking breakfast, the dazzling aroma of toast and money filling her room. “May I help, mother?” Nehsmay asked, fully expecting to be turned down and told she was but a child and children had no need to learn how to cook. However, her mother surprised her: she smiled gently and placed a small stool for the child to climb on. “Hop on, May! You may help me boil some eggs.” She gave the child a small pot and asked her to pour water in it, filling it only halfway through. Nehsmay eagerly nodded and did as she was told; afterward she carefully washed four white eggs and placed them in the cold water than handed the pot to her mother who placed it on the stove. “Now we wait.” Her mother said smiling and helped the child down from the stool. Just then Nehsmay’s father entered the hold. He looked sick; his face was deadly white and his eyes were bloodshot and teary. He was shivering from head to toes, but sweat was forming at his temples. “Darling…” Nehsmay’s mother gasped upon seeing her husband in such a state. “You look terrible. What happened?” “I’m fine, Keira.” He tried to downsize the effects of his illness, “It’s probably just a virus. It’ll pass in a day or two.” Nehsmay’s mother ignored him and led him straight to bed, wrapping him up in two thick blankets. He immediately fell asleep, but was soon consumed by fevered dreams that made him toss and turn restlessly. “Mom…” Nehsmay said while peeking inside her parents’ room “Is papa going to be ok?” She remembered the days when she had been sick and felt unpleasant. She didn’t want her papa to do through the same thing. “Of course, sweetie.” Her mother came to her and gently picked her up, placing her on a chair next to her father’s bed. “You can tell him a story to make him feel better.” She smiled trying to hide the uncertainty in her voice. “OK.” Little Nehsmay smiled happily and started her story “Once upon a time there was a little rabbit called Nemo…” She continued chatting happily as her mother made her way towards the medicine cabinet to get some herbs that worked against fever. |