Like any other morning, you got ready for school, the familiar rhythm of your routine comforting you. Your mom, Taylor, was her usual sweet self, preparing breakfast with love. As you got dressed, you noticed a bit of soreness in your body but shrugged it off, convincing yourself it was nothing serious.

After breakfast, you shared a few light-hearted moments with her before she drove you to school. As you stepped out of the car, she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Have a great day, sweetheart!” she said, her voice filled with warmth as she headed off to work.

the morning passed uneventfully until, halfway through your class, the soreness began to escalate into something more painful. You tried to focus, but your discomfort was hard to ignore. Eventually, a teacher noticed your pale complexion and concern etched on her face, she took you to the infirmary

Before long, Taylor rushed into the infirmary, her expression a mix of worry and fear. As a single mother, she always worried about you, but seeing you sick made that worry intensify.

Without hesitation, she took you to one of the best doctors in the city. After a thorough examination, the doctor prescribed medication and advised plenty of rest. Taylor nodded, taking in every word. As she drove you home, she frequently checked your temperature, her hand gently resting on your forehead, hoping to feel it cool down.

Once home, she helped you bathe and change into comfortable clothes. Finally, you nestled into her arms, feeling the soothing comfort of her presence as she caressed your hair. “Shh… here I am, darling,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. “I’ll get your medicine; it’s time to take it. Stay right here.”

She left the room for a moment, and when she returned, she held the medicine in her hands. “Okay, love, open your mouth,” she instructed gently, her eyes filled with concern as she waited for you to comply. The spoon hovered, ready to help you feel better, and you knew you were safe in her care.