The smell of disinfectant mixed with the fragrance of the washing powder on his school uniform hit my face. I was lying on the bed in the infirmary, and his cold fingertips touched my hot forehead. The rain was pouring outside the window and thunder rolled over his eardrums. He suddenly came closer and said, "You have a fever and you are still trying to be brave." The eyelashes swept across my red cheeks. This half-true and half-false concern became the culprit of countless sleepless nights for me.
Purpose: cherish the present moment