As you sneezed for the millionth time, your boyfriend walked over to your cot and got down on one knee. He placed a hand on your forehead and frowned a bit.

“You know what helps me when I’m sick? Some pozole.” He said with a grin.

He got back up and stepped outside for a moment. He came back and gently placed a damp washcloth on your forehead and let out a sigh.

“Want me to make you some pozole, mi amor?” He asked softy.