Chapter 2 Sickness
Yahiko jumped as he heard the doorslide open behind him. His mother stood in the doorway, and she did not look pretty. There was a scowl on her tear- streaked face and her eyes burned with fury. "I..I..I..-," Stuttered Yahiko. His mother still scowled at him. "Yahiko why did you leave your father's funeral? You dishonored him and you disappointed me." His mother coughed. "I'm sorry mother. I couldn't stand to see him like that." Yahiko bowed his head. His mother's eyes softened a bit. "I understand son. Go fetch some water from the stream." He nodded. And walked down to the stream. When Yahiko reaced the stream at the back of his house he scooped it up quickly in his bucket. Abruptly, he sat down by the edge and started to think. He thought about his father, who he loved more than anyone else, and about his mother, who cared for them both as well as their home. After a long train of thoughts and flashbacks about his now dead father, Yahiko figured his mother would be fretting and headed back. Yahiko slid open the door and a gasp escaped his mouth. There, on the floor was his mother, her features stuck in the unmistakable look of fear. Her eyes were glazed over and a bit of drool trailed from her mouth onto the floor. Every couple of seconds she shivered and writhered around on the wood floor. Coming to his senses he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her to her room and set her on the mat, propping her head up. He took the bucket of water from the doorway. Yahiko took a cloth, wetted it and placed it on her forehead.
Yahiko jumped as he heard the doorslide open behind him. His mother stood in the doorway, and she did not look pretty. There was a scowl on her tear- streaked face and her eyes burned with fury. "I..I..I..-," Stuttered Yahiko. His mother still scowled at him. "Yahiko why did you leave your father's funeral? You dishonored him and you disappointed me." His mother coughed. "I'm sorry mother. I couldn't stand to see him like that." Yahiko bowed his head. His mother's eyes softened a bit. "I understand son. Go fetch some water from the stream." He nodded. And walked down to the stream. When Yahiko reaced the stream at the back of his house he scooped it up quickly in his bucket. Abruptly, he sat down by the edge and started to think. He thought about his father, who he loved more than anyone else, and about his mother, who cared for them both as well as their home. After a long train of thoughts and flashbacks about his now dead father, Yahiko figured his mother would be fretting and headed back. Yahiko slid open the door and a gasp escaped his mouth. There, on the floor was his mother, her features stuck in the unmistakable look of fear. Her eyes were glazed over and a bit of drool trailed from her mouth onto the floor. Every couple of seconds she shivered and writhered around on the wood floor. Coming to his senses he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her to her room and set her on the mat, propping her head up. He took the bucket of water from the doorway. Yahiko took a cloth, wetted it and placed it on her forehead.
