Cupcake

Joseph is sick with a fever, chills…curled up on grandma’s couch. I rub his back and try to soothe…

“Joseph, my sick little buddy. Do your ears hurt?”

“Naaa,” he says meekly.

“Does your tummy hurt?”

“Naaa,” he says, eyes halfway closed.

“Are you cold? Do you want the beary blanket?”

“Yeaaah,” he says, wriggling under the blanket.

“Can I get you anything?”

“A cupcake.”