Remembering your fever!

The boy is burning with fever,
His skin is flushed and hot to the touch.
His step mother sits by his bedside,
Worried and helpless.
She watches as he tosses and turns,
His face contorted in pain.
She knows that he is suffering,
And she wishes she could take it all away.
She tries to cool him down with cool cloths,
But it does little to help.
She gives him medicine,
But it doesn’t seem to be working.
She is starting to panic,
She doesn’t know what to do.
Society might curse him.
She feels like she is failing him,
And she is afraid that he is going to die.
But then, slowly, the fever begins to break.
The boy starts to sweat,
And his skin begins to cool down.
His step mother sighs with relief,
She knows that he is going to be okay.
She holds him close,
And she whispers, “I’m so glad you’re better.”

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