"Drink this after you finish your food," she mumbled, putting the medicine on the saucer so I can take it after I finish the food that she made for me.

I have never had a porridge(congee/juk) this tasty before, or was it because it was her who cooked?

After drinking my medicine, my eyes landed on her, a smile showing on my face.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, might as well use this time to create new memories with her.

Our eyes met, and as if we were thinking the same thing,  we both shouted in unison, 

"Movie!"

We both headed to the living room, her arm clinging around mine...

My eyes landed on her direction,  her face focused on the front not even realizing what she's doing to my fragile heart.

Am I selfish for wishing that I always get sick so she will take care of me, so I can feel her on my arms again?

"I wish I can have you back...." I whispered to myself.

But I know it's impossible.