THE FLU
I shivered as the flu tore at my body. My father held me close as I moaned and cried and wished I could just sleep it off. His body was the only warmth I could feel in a world that had, suddenly, become so very cold and barren. I shivered, pulling my body closer to his nakedness, not caring for a moment what might seem wrong to others, I was for once warm. He held me close that first night, took care of me every time I wanted a sip of water.I know he was naked, but I do not remember seeing him...