"Better, Mummy."
Ebony had a fever late on Friday night, and though she seemed fine all the next day, it peaked again on Saturday night. We spent the weekend indoors, snuggled up under a duvet.
By Sunday, she had a cough, running nose and streaming eyes, and looked quite out of it. But she didn't want to be alone, choosing instead to nap on either me or Laurie for most of the day. Throughout the illness, whenever I asked how she was feeling, she would reply with "Better, Mummy."
