SECRET REVEALED

Amelia immediately smiled sweetly when David came in with a bowl of porridge in his hand.

"You made it?" asked Amelia

"Yes, I made it, dear. You eat, Ok."

"No."

"Huh...?"

"I want you to feed me."

David could only sigh and smile at his wife's indulgence. Slowly he began to feed Amelia, but after only a few mouthfuls Amelia immediately asked David to help her to the bathroom and...

Uhm

Amelia vomited back the chicken porridge that had just entered her stomach. David patiently massaged his wife's neck then carried Amelia back to the bed.

"Nausea. But I'm still hungry."

"Yeah, you must be hungry, honey, because you just threw up everything. I'll just make you some hot tea with lemon, will you?"

"I don't want to. This morning the smell of tea made me nauseous."

"Eat some more porridge, okay?"

"Nausea."

"Then you close your eyes and imagine what you want to eat," said David.

"Just a young mango," said Amelia suddenly.

"Young mango?"