Next morning….
Horus slowly opened his heavy eyes feeling a gentle touch on his forehead. This was the kind of love and touch that he always received from his mother. She would wake him up everyday by patting his forehead gently. He opened his eyes and saw Janet bending a little, smiling and looking at him. "Good morning. I have brought breakfast for you."
"I do not feel like eating food."
She picked up a gold tray placing it on his lap.
Horus had thought that it was probably his mother waking him up by caressing his forehead and then he realised it was indeed Janet and his mood instantly spoiled.
"Here…let me feed you with my own hands. If you do not eat anything, even I will not." She spoke gently picking up the glass of juice, placing it on lips.
Horus looked at the girl in much affection and then instantly took a few sips, quenching his thirst.
