It's Good to Have a Girl

Woke up at 7:00am, exhausted as if I just came back from a marathon, I wasn't sure what happened? Weak or not, the only thought in my mind was to get breakfast ready, and get Selena to school. My whole body ached. It didn't occur to me that I had fever till the lady in the Chinese restaurant commented "you may have fever."

Left work at mid-day, I came home straight to bed, not even the energy to eat the take out food. Got up at 2:40pm, I headed to an acupuncture doctor -- I don't have much vacation; I can't be sick for long.

Out of the doctor's office at 4:00pm, I felt a little better. Drove to Selena's school to pick her up. Poor little girl, she was sad that I missed her Gingerbread village tour today; and her lost backpack was still not found yet. Luckily, Augie's parents Irene and Chris were there for the tour, and invited her to pair up with them. I bet a few "Augie-fans" in her class would have loved to be in her place.

At home, I crashed on the couch again. Selena could tell I was not feeling well. She brought me a blanket and tucked the blanket around my neck, kissed me on the forehead, said with a sweet gentle voice: "Don't worry, Mommy. I will take care of you."

She heated a cup of warm water in the microwave, and brought it over. (Note: According to Selena, she filled the water pitcher with water; waited for the water to drip; got a chair and stook on it so she could unplug the hot water dispencer; pour the hot water into the dispenser, waited for it to heat up; then brought me the water...I was too tired to notice how long it took her to do this. Sorry and thank you, girl!)

I asked her to bring me a thermometer, and there I found out that I still had a temperature of 101.5 -- That's why I was cold! Selena then warmed up my heating pad, and brought it over. This time she settled next to me and started to read a Junie B Jones book to me.

Half way into her book, I asked her to warm up the take-out for her dinner. After dissappearing into kitchen for a while, she reappeared with a plate with some rice, veggies and chickens evenly divided into the two sides of the dinner plate, warmed it up just the comfortable temperature, brought it over to the sofa with two forks and a pair of chopsticks. I can't resist, and ate some with her. After the meal, she took the plate to the kitchen, and joined me again. This time, I saw her reaching to pick out something in a cup.
"What's that?"
"A frozen strawberry."
"When did you get that?"
"Before I heat up the dinner." She said, " I thought you might like some frozen blueberry like I do whenever I'm sick. I couldn't find Blueberry, but luckily I saw a bag of frozen strawberry. Strawberries are good too. So I opened the bag, and brought two here. One for you, and one for me. " She paused a little, and said it with a lower voice and a sense of regret and almost shame. " Well... then I realize these might be too cold for you."
And she was right.
It is so good to a girl!