Missing the best part of being sick…

I’ve been studying in Toronto since 1998, and I’m proud to say I’m pretty good at being independent a very large part of the time. However, there’s always one thing that makes me feel like a silly little kid again – falling sick. When I was much younger, I once announced to my mom, quite out of the blue, that I liked being sick. Amused and concerned at such a strange announcement, my mom asked me why I liked being sick. And the reason was simple…when I was very sick as a little girl, my mom would allow me to have my meals in bed (which is a strict no-no usually), and furthermore, she would feed me. And tell me stories, and stroke my head till I fell asleep. My mom was a very busy woman, but when I fell sick, I would see her that much more often. And the chicken & mixed vege soup that she used to feed me when I was sick has become one of my favourite soups as an adult, maybe purely because of the sweet memories. I remember my mom laughing and hugging me when I told her why I liked being sick. Well mom, I’m sick again (just a cold). And I miss you more than ever! :P