The Nicest and the Worst

I have been few words for the past 4 days at home.
Conserving energy.

The nicest thing Allan said to me today was, "Sorry Dearie, I can't help you take care of them."

The worst reply I gave him was, "Don't say such things. I'm not in a very good mood. Are you telling me that I should say, "Sorry Dearie, I can't grow another pair of hands to take care of you." ?"

Was he angry?
Nahhh....
He knows I love to hear him say such things....

"You don't need to take care of me. I can take care of myself. But I am really too weak to take care of them....sorry." he continued in his weakest voice.

"Go take medicine, thereafter, go sleep. Conserve your energy, don't talk so much."
and off I went to grab his cup of water and Panadols and pushed them to him.
"Now, take!"

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