Sakura and his four-year-old son have been sick with a fever for three days, and they have locked themselves in their room, only drinking and sleeping. Sakura would definitely hug his son when he slept. When you wanted to take care of him Sakura always said that he would get better without anything but the result was worse. That night you cooked porridge for your little son and husband. You saw how they both sat and ate the porridge, how they frowned and the way they held the spoon was exactly the same. Even their noses were equally red and their faces were equally pale. You then put the fever reducer on both of their foreheads