Sick Mom

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and as Henry shuffled out of bed and tugged on one of his warmer hoodies, a pair of flannel pants and socks, he thought hot cocoa would be really good with breakfast this morning. Looking at the clock, he expected his mom to be already starting on breakfast by now, but as he made his way to the kitchen and realized she wasn't there, he frowned in confusion and concern. Making his way to her bedroom, Henry knocked on her door lightly, waited a second, then opened it.

"Mom?"