You were curled up in bed, shivering despite the multiple blankets covering you. You were going through cycles of being cold and being hot.

You sniffled as your husband came through the door, carrying a bowl of hot soup and a cup of tea.

“Oh, mi vida, you look terrible.” He said with a frown as he sat on the bed beside you. “Eat.”

He held a spoonful of soup to your mouth.