"Mila? Sweetie you have to eat or else you're not going to be able to study for your midterms that are coming up next week."
I opened my eyes as I felt warmth fill my whole body. It was as if I was on fire. My throat burns as if I had ate saw dust or sandpaper. My vision was slightly blurry as my head rested on a soft pillow. My mother's voice continued to softly fill my ears as my terrible state got even worse.
"Mom?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for Mila?"
Hot tears ran down my cheeks as my mother stirred a small bowl in her hands. Her dirty blonde hair tied up in a lazy bun as her soft amber eyes rested on me with concern. Her beautiful and compassionate face wrinkled as she worried about me. Suddenly my bedroom door opened as my younger teen sister and dad walked in. My sister's blonde hair shone as she smiled and said.
"What an idiot. We live in Seattle yet she walks around without an umbrella."
