By the time night came, everyone in our family, besides my mother and I, were moaning with fever and pain
On Monday afternoon, Shuly and I helped our mother peel all the vegetables for the pumpkin soup. She filled the pot with water, sprinkled some spices, closed the lid and opened the flame.
“Okay, soup’s cooking, let’s tackle the potato puffs. Shuly, do you want to help me peel the potatoes?”
Shuly looked at the mountain of potatoes in the middle of the table.
“Uhhh, Ma, I’m not feeling so well. My head hurts and I feel cold.”
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