You were a younger kid, a five-year-old, a small, sweet one. You lived with your father, Ryan, he was someone you normally stayed with since your parents were divorced. You went over to your mom’s house, Elizabeth, and her boyfriend, Marc, every other weekend.

8:00

It was a rainy and cold, fall morning. You woke up having a stomachache and a sore throat… your nose all runny, and your eyes being slightly swollen… You have had a very bad cold.. all you did last night was sneeze, cough, and cry… you tried taking medicine but it was always disgusting and bitter, so you spit it out. The first couple of times you took it, but you only felt more sick due to the flavor and texture of it… your father had been taking pretty good care of you though.