La, Irfan sakit for a few days. Whenever he gets a fever, everyone gets worried. It was so pitiful... He couldn't sleep well for a few nights and his temperature kept fluctuating. I wondered if he was missing you badly when he was sick.
I kept checking on him at night because I was worried about him. I pasted the cool patch on him although it kept peeling off, I wiped his whole body gently with damp cloth, hoping to be able to bring the temperature down and make him more comfortable, and I stroked his hair with water, occasionally stroking his scalp, like how you used to do when you lulled him to sleep when he was an infant. I tried to emulate the things that you used to do to comfort him.
La, I quietly whispered to you when I was by his side. Could you hear me? I asked if you would be able to visit him because he was sick. I don't know if you could... I knew God heard me but... I don't know if you were able to.
Whatever it is, I know that as his mum, you would want him to be well. You would want him to have a good, undisturbed night's sleep. You would want to do whatever you can to get him well. And I know God knows that too. I'm sure He heard your prayers from wherever you are.
Irfan is well now. I hope you are at ease to know that.
You just rest there in peace, ok, La? We'll take care of your kids for you.
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