"Mommy?" A tiny familiar voice was trying to wake me up from my deep sleep. I let out a whimper before slowly opening my eyes. "Gia." I smiled after seeing her in front of me, tightly holding her stuffed toy—Stitch. Her head moved slightly to look at me. Later she came closer and placed her little hand on my forehead. "You are not sick, Mommy," she uttered. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "Of course, baby. Why would Mommy get sick?" I gently asked her. Instead of answering, she softly pouted her pink lips. She was about to speak again when her twin, Gio, came in the room. He was carrying a glass of water and was carefully bringing it towards me. I couldn't help but smile because at their young age they are able to take care of me the way they know how. "Thank you," I said. "Are you okay, Mom?" Gio asked when I finished taking a sip from it. I nodded and then placed the glass I was holding on the bedside table. "Is there a problem, babies?" "Mommy, is it your rest
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