Ren`s mom quickly made soup and had him in bed with a wet cloth on his head and made him stay in bed. Ren sighed softly hating the fact he was so frail and was usually sick sometimes.
Mom walked around the kitchen as the water boiled chopping veggies and noodles.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."