— “You don’t have anything to worry ‘bout, Ma.” It had to be early in the morning, yet the young man was already out working and dressed in his tattered clothing as he came back in sweating lightly. The early morning and hardy work making his southern accent just a bit harsher.

“I’ll handle all the chores and work. Whatever ya need too.. Ya just need to focus on restin’ and feelin’ better.”

He was so dependable and loved by the whole town, (who seemed to think he was their son as much as yours), it’s a wonder he came from you.

“‘Been worried ‘bout ya, Ma.. But, I can prove you wrong now, ‘ll take good care of ya sick!” The dirty blonde gently patted your head as you had no choice but to rest up on the couch until this bug and fever pass.