The flu

The next morning Libby was woken by her daughter and her husband was no longer beside her.

“Where's your father Gypsy” the little girl hopped on the bed to sit with her mother.

“Down stairs with grandad there talking about a curse mommy, whats a curse” the little girl asked her.

“Something bad my love” the little girl eye’s her mother weary before wiping her mothers forehead.

“You're looking unwell mother, maybe the curse has you to just like it got our Ruby” Libby touched her forehead not realising how hot and sweaty it was this made Libby panic.

“Get your father” Gypsy ran from the room and Libby went to stand from the bed only to feel light headed and her stomach suddenly turning she sat back down taking a few deep breaths, she felt like she was about to throw up.

“Libby what’s wrong my love” Isaiah came through the door after his daughter told him that her mother was unwell.