I don't even know what's this, but hey!

Having the stomach flu was awful. Having it and being away from home was doubly awful. And it's not like she loves to be in Louisville.

Actually this made her miss her family even more. Specially her mom.

She couldn't stop thinking of how her mom would take care of her.

Four years old Santana was waiting for her mom to pick her up from preschool and she went to hug her mother when she saw her, but Maribel noticed Santana was quieter than usual.

Then, Maribel saw the teacher beckoning her.

She lets Santana on the floor before making her way to the teacher's desk. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, mrs Lopez. I just wanted to have a little word with you. Is about Santana." She states quietly. "She's been a little sluggish today and she didn't finished her lunch. I think she may be coming down with something."

Maribel glances over at her daughter. "She does look a little pale." She says. "I'll keep an eye on her and keep her home if it's necessary."

"Thank you."

"No problem." Maribel says. "Santana, are you ready to go?" She asks and Santana instantly takes her hand.

They are going out of the classroom when Maribel noticed Santana's clammy hand and how weak her grip is. "Are you feeling okay?"

"My tummy hurts." Santana pouts sadly.

Maribel picks her in her arms. "Oh, i'm sorry baby." She says while kissing her daughters forehead. "We'll go home and i promise i'll make you feel better, okay?"

Six years old Santana contracts a bug and spends her days at bed suffering through the vomits, the fever chills and stomach aches. And it breaks Maribel's heart to see her baby suffering, so she does everything she can to keep her happy and make her feel better.

"Mami, it hurts!" Santana cries while taking Maribel's hand and pressing it to her stomach, showing her where it hurts.

"Shh, don't cry, baby." Maribel says while slowly rubbing Santana's tummy, because she knows it comforts her. "You'll feel better soon, i promise."

She then hears Santana mumble something, but doesn't understand what she is saying.

"I can't understand what you say if you're crying." Maribel softly says while stroking Santana's hair.

"I'm tired of being sick." Santana said in a small voice.

"Oh, i know it's awful. But we can go downstairs, make a fort and watch some movies. Would that help you feel better?"

Ten years old Santana had been having an aching tummy all day and she had hardly eaten anything.

After school she curled up on bed and slept until dinner and then when Maribel woke her up for dinner she refused to eat and instead she put her pajamas and got back into bed.

"Let me take your temperature just to be safe." Maribel said while sitting on the bed next to Santana.

"No." Santana said while pushing the thermometer away.

"It'll be just one minute. Sit up."

Santana groaned but compiled with what her mother said and after the thermometer beeped Maribel found out that Santana's temperature was normal.

"Everything's normal. Maybe you should sleep off whatever is making you feel sick, okay?"

A few hours later Santana woke up in severe pain and decided to go to her mother's room.

"Mami?" She said in low voice. "I don't feel good."

"What's the matter?" Maribel asked half asleep.

"I don't feel good." Santana repeated. "I think i'm gonna..." She said before puking all over the floor.

"Oh my goodness Santana!" Maribel almost screamed, completely awake now.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay baby." Maribel said in a soothing tone. "Do you need to throw up again?"

Santana shaked her head no.

"Go to the bathroom to clean you up. I'll clean the floor, okay?"

Santana nodded and was making her way out of the room but stopped and looked back at her mother.

"Mami?"

"Yes, baby?"

"My stomach hurts really bad. I'm i too old to sleep with you?"

Maribel left out a little laugh. "Of course not. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Santana nodded.

"Okay, get into bed baby. I'll go with you in a second."

15 years old Santana came home earlier than usual.

"You came earlier." Maribel said while approaching her daughter.

"I don't feel good." Was all Santana said before going upstairs.

Maribel followed her to her room and saw as Santana laid down.

"What's wrong?" Maribel asked, concerned.

"It hurts." She could hear the pain in Santana's voice.

"What hurts baby?"

"My stomach." She says while holding it and curling into a ball. "It hurts really bad. I came earlier because after the third time i puked Sue told me to go away." She said with a hint of annoyance.

"She did what?! I'm gonna talk to her tomorrow. She can't make you practice if you're sick."

"Don't, i'm here now." Santana mumbled with her face on the pillow. "I feel awful, i'm gonna die."

"You're not going to die." Maribel said.

"But it hurts." Santana could be such a baby when she doesn't feel good.

"I know, baby. I'll go prepare you something to help you feel good, okay? I promise you'll feel better soon."

The last time Santana was sick was a couple of months before graduation.

"Santana, you're gonna be late for school." Maribel said while entering her daughters room. "Santana." She said while sitting next to her. "Santana!"

Santana mumbled something onto the pillow.

"What did you say?"

"I feel really sick." Santana mumbled, once again. "And my stomach hurts so bad."

"You're burning." Maribel said while putting her hand on Santana's forehead before heading out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Santana pouted.

"I'm going to get the thermometer. I'll be right back."

As Maribel was going back to the bedroom with the thermometer she heard the bathroom door shut. She quickly walked towards there worried that her daughter might be throwing up. Her fear was quickly confirmed when she heard the sounds of puking and Santana's pitiful moans.

She walked in and knelt down next to Santana.

She pulled Santana's hair back while rubbing her back as Santana continued to throw up.

"It's okay, Santana." Maribel said in a comforting tone. "Shh. It's fine."

After about an hour the throwing up seemed to slow down.

"I feel like death." Santana croaked.

"I'm sorry, baby." Maribel said while kissing her daughter's temple. "Do you want to go lay in bed? I can bring the trash can just in case."

Santana nodded slowly.

Maribel helped her up. Santana wobbled as she stood, but Maribel helped her balance. She then laid Santana in bed and covered her up.

"Mami." Santana resisted the urge to scream as her stomach twisted in pain involuntarily. "I feel really bad."

"It's okay. Mami is here. You'll feel better soon."