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submission for @olnfweek2024
Day 2- Sick days
---------- Decided to try my hand at writing a small story to go with this. (Def wasn't supposed to just be a sentence and spiraled from there)
Edwin didn't care if he sounded like a baby as he insisted on sleeping on the couch, he didn't want to leave his mum's side. He felt awful, miserable even, and his head spun with each move he made. Even worse, he knew that he was keeping his mum from work.
He sniffled miserably from his spot on the couch, rubbing a fist over his heavy eyes.
"Oh, baby..." Opal cooed to him and Edwin hiccupped with a suppressed sob.
His mum gently maneuvered him to sit up and the small boy protested before realizing with a start that Opal was sitting down next to him. Edwin hiccupped again and draped himself over his mum's lap. One hand clutching at her leg as if to keep her there.
Opal gave a soft laugh, and smoothed a hand through his messy curls, "I'm here, Winnie..."
"I'm sorry," he croaked in a whisper.
"Don't be." She insisted gently, "it's no trouble at all to stay home with you."