The next morning I woke up and began getting ready for work…but something was wrong. Hazel wasn’t getting out of bed. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked

She winced in pain before answering, “I’m sick…Can you drive Liam to school for me?”

“Of course.” I closed her door quietly and walked down the stairs, Liam already almost done with his breakfast, “I’m taking you to school today.”

“Okay,” He shrugged, “Why the change?”

“Your mom is sick,” I saw Liam straighten in his chair with worry from my words, “Is it…is it serious?”

“I don’t think so.” But I knew what he meant. Any sickness to an AIDS victim can potentially become serious, “But I’ll keep a watch. So you ready to go?”

“Yep,” He still seemed really worried though, the look on his face making it obvious.

But I understood how he felt about it.

This simple flu…that normal people get over in a week…can be potentially fatal for my Hazel.