Feeling ill

Well, Monday came and I was still convalescing. I called the big boss what was going on with me. He told me to dare not come to work. I love that man so much. He treats me and cares for me like his biological daughter. I decided to stay at home because I know if I go to work against his will, he'd come to the office himself and drag me back home.
I sat on my bed, still feeling a little bit weak. I heard a knock on the door. Come in, I responded.
The door opened up and Selena's face popped through the open door. She was holding a tray, I guess was containing food. She smiled as she walked into the room. She dropped the table on my bedside table and sat at the edge of my bed.
Good morning, dear. How do you feel now? she asked. Im better actually but my boss said Id better not show up at work today. I know him; hed probably have someone checking for him and if I go, hed come over there and drag me home, I replied, with a smile on my face.
Well, I probably wouldnt have allowed to you leave too. I brought you breakfast in bed. Enjoy, she replied, smiling.
Thank you, Selena. Really, thank you, I responded and she nodded.
Also, thanks for the dinner last time. Chicken Tetrazzini is my favourite food. Its the food my Nana makes me when Im sick, upset or sad. Eating last nights meal made me feel like Nana was still alive. Alive in my heart.
Thank you Selena, I said, tears gathering my eyes. She smiled and nodded before exiting my room, with the tray from last night. I picked up the new tray of food she brought and placed it on my lap. I opened the cover plate and there were chocolate pancake rolls in the plate before me.
It looked really appetizing and I couldnt wait to eat it. I covered the plate and climbed out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
After brushing my teeth, I made my way back to my bed and opened the plate once more, picked up my fork and cut through the chocolate pancake rolls and took a bite. It tasted heavenly. Selena was the absolutely best, especially when it comes to making meals.
Id need her to teach me how she made this pancakes. Id like to add it to our menu at the restaurant. I took a sip of the coffee and it helped. I felt lighter and freer. In no time, I finished my meal and felt less sick. I needed to take a shower. I pulled off my clothes and wrapped a towel around my chest. I stepped into the shower and had my bath. I washed my body and got rid of the sweat and stench.
When I was done with my bath, I dressed up in an orange tank top and blue jean trousers. I picked up the tray which now had empty plates on it, wore my slippers and stepped out of my room. I breathe in a fresh air and it felt like it has been years since I last stepped out of my room. This was why I dont like falling ill. I waked down the stairs to the kitchen.
I dropped the tray in the kitchen sink and washed the plate. Just then, Mae walked in. She saw me washing my plates and rushed to help me with it but I didnt allow her to. She persisted but I insisted that she lets me handle my own dishes.
When I was done washing, I turned to face her and enveloped her in a warm embrace.
Good morning, Mae, I said.
Good morning maam, she replied shyly.
Oh please Mae, call me Jasmine or Jazz. You calling me maam makes me feel like Im in my late forties, I said to her.
This made her giggle and I smiled at the sound of her giggling.Ok, Jasmine, she said. Wheres your mother, I asked, searching for Selena. She just left for the market with the driver. I wanted to go for her but she declined. Sometimes, she prefers going out sometimes to put her mind off my father.
She still misses him sometimes, Mae said, wearing a sad face. Mae and I havent really had time to sit down and talk. It wasnt time to make lunch yet so we sat down on the kitchen stools and chatted for hours. We were laughing and talking about a lot of things, from our best movies to our favourite meals to our best artistes and songs and about guys.
So, what college did you graduate from? I asked her. Her facial expression and I couldnt help but feel bad. I began to blame myself for asking that kind of question. I didnt know it was a sensitive question for her.
Im so sorry, Mae. I didnt know that was a sensitive topic for you. Im really sorry, I apologised.No, its not your fault. You didnt know. Well, to answer your question, when dad died, I was just about finishing high school. I had just written my final exams when he passed. He died of brain tumour.
We found out about it very late. Dad always complained about severe headache. We thought it was just a mere migraine. The doctor we visited asked us to go for a brain scan and we didnt afford to pay for one so dad kept dealing with the headache, saying, it would all be over soon, she said, tears gently rolling down her cheeks.
I felt sorry for her and her mother. There was a pause and the only audible sounds were sobs and sniffles from Mae. I felt like she had more to say so I didnt say a word. I waited for her to continue speaking and she did.