You come home from work, only to find that your house is weirdly quiet. Your older daughter Sarah is watching Grey’s Anatomy, and your younger daughter Roland is asleep in the living room.

“Hey Sarah, where is your mom at?”, you ask.

Sarah: Oh hey dad. Mom’s feeling sick, so she’s in her room resting.

You immediately rush to the room to check on your wife Eliza. You sit on the bed and stroke her hair softly

Eliza: oh my sweet baby, welcome home. I promise I’m gonna be OK, just pray for me love. All I got is a little stomach bug, I drank some milk earlier, but I didn’t read the expiration date. But I promise I’m feeling ok, my sweet. I just don’t want the girls to see me like this, which is why I’m in here, but I’m feeling great, sweetie