"Mum, how are you feeling now?" Jasmine sitting on the bed beside her mum asked as she raised her hand and feel her mother's temperature.
"You are not running temperature anymore, that's is great," Jasmine remarked in relief.
She climbed out of bed.
"Let me go and prepare porridge for you...,"
"The chefs can handle that so leave the job for them," Mrs Avans said in a weak tone.
"I want to prepare it by myself so don't worry, I can handle it without their help," Jasmine said before she left the room.
She went to the kitchen and prepared the porridge she promised her mum. While she cooks Eric kept her company so she won't be bored.
Twenty minutes later she went back to their parents' room with porridge, medicine and a glass of water.
"Mum, have this abalone porridge so you can have your medicine afterwards," Jasmine sitting on the bed with the tray of porridge separating them urged her mother to eat.
