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Chars sick

One crisp autumn morning, as Mia pushed open the door to the nursery, she noticed something was different. The room was bustling with the usual activity—children giggling, playing with blocks, and painting colorful pictures—but one familiar little face was missing from the happy chaos. Char, a bubbly little girl with curly hair and a contagious smile, was sitting quietly in the corner, her usual energy nowhere to be seen.

Mia's heart gave a little squeeze of concern. Char was one of the most lively children in the nursery, always the first to run up and give Mia a big hug. But today, her big brown eyes were dull, and her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. Mia immediately knew something was wrong.

She made her way over to Char, kneeling down beside her. "Hello, Char," Mia said softly, trying to catch the little girl's eye. "How are you feeling today?"

Char looked up at Mia with sad eyes, and Mia could see tears beginning to well up. "My tummy hurts," Char whispered, her voice small and shaky. "And I feel hot."

Mia gently placed the back of her hand on Char's forehead. It was warm to the touch, confirming Mia's suspicion that Char had a fever. Mia's heart ached seeing Char like this; it was clear the little girl wasn't feeling well at all.

"Oh, my sweet Char," Mia said in a comforting tone. "I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. But don't worry, I'm going to take care of you today, okay?"

Char nodded, sniffling a little as she leaned into Mia's embrace. Mia could feel the little girl trembling slightly, and she knew Char needed extra comfort and care. She stood up, holding Char's hand gently, and led her to a cozy nook in the nursery—a special spot with soft cushions, blankets, and a big, comfy armchair where children could rest when they needed a quiet moment.

"Let's get you nice and comfortable," Mia said, helping Char settle into the armchair. She draped a soft blanket over Char, tucking it around her snugly. "How about we read your favorite story while you rest?"

Char nodded again, her eyes already beginning to droop with fatigue. Mia picked up a colorful storybook from the nearby shelf. It was Char's favorite—a tale about a brave little bunny who went on an adventure in the forest. Mia had read it to her many times, and she knew it always made Char smile.

As Mia began to read, her voice soft and soothing, she kept a close eye on Char. The little girl's eyes fluttered shut, and Mia could see the tension in her small body slowly begin to relax. After a few pages, Mia paused the story and gently placed a cool cloth on Char's forehead to help bring down her fever. Char sighed contentedly, sinking deeper into the chair.

While Char rested, Mia stayed by her side, occasionally brushing a hand through her curly hair or adjusting the blanket to make sure she was warm enough. The other children in the nursery were busy with their activities, but Mia made sure to check on them too, all while keeping Char close. The other staff at the nursery understood how much Char needed Mia that day, so they took extra care to manage the rest of the children, allowing Mia to focus on Char.

As the morning went on, Mia noticed that Char wasn't eating much. Even though snack time had come and gone, Char had only nibbled on a few crackers, her usual appetite completely absent. Mia knew that Char needed to stay hydrated and nourished, so she gently coaxed her into taking a few sips of water and eating a little more.

"Just a few bites, sweetie," Mia said kindly, holding out a piece of soft bread. "It'll help you feel better."

Char obediently took the bread and nibbled on it slowly. Mia praised her for eating, knowing how hard it was for Char when she wasn't feeling well. Every little effort was important, and Mia made sure Char knew she was doing great.

After lunch, it was nap time at the nursery. Mia watched as the other children lay down on their little mats, ready for their afternoon rest. Char, already snug in the armchair, had begun to doze off again, her breathing slow and even. Mia smiled softly, seeing the peaceful look on Char's face. The fever seemed to be easing, but Mia still kept a close watch, ready to care for her at a moment's notice.

As the children napped, Mia took the time to prepare a special drink for Char—a warm, honey-sweetened tea that she knew would soothe Char's tummy and help her feel better. When Char woke up, Mia offered her the tea in a small, colorful cup.

"Here you go, Char," Mia said gently, handing her the cup. "This will help your tummy feel better."

Char took the cup with both hands, sipping the warm tea carefully. The sweet, comforting taste made her smile a little, and Mia felt a sense of relief. Char was still weak, but she was slowly getting better, and Mia was there every step of the way.

The afternoon passed quietly, with Mia staying close to Char, reading more stories, and humming soft lullabies. Char's mom arrived a bit earlier than usual, having been notified by the nursery that Char wasn't feeling well. When she walked in, she saw Mia sitting with Char, who was curled up in the armchair, looking much more at ease than she had earlier.

Mia stood up as Char's mom approached, giving her a reassuring smile. "Char's been such a brave girl today," Mia said, gently brushing a curl away from Char's face. "She had a bit of a fever, but we've been taking care of her. She's resting well now."

Char's mom knelt beside her daughter, hugging her gently. "Thank you so much, Mia," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I was so worried, but I'm so glad she had you to look after her."

Mia smiled warmly, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. "It's my pleasure," she replied. "Char is such a special girl, and I'm always here to take care of her."

Char's mom gathered her into her arms, wrapping her in the soft blanket from the armchair. As they prepared to leave, Char turned to Mia and gave her a small but heartfelt smile. "Thank you, Mia," she whispered.

"You're welcome, Char," Mia said, giving her a gentle hug. "Feel better soon, and I'll see you when you're all better, okay?"

Char nodded sleepily, and Mia waved goodbye as they left, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction. As the door closed behind them, Mia turned back to the nursery, tidying up the room and making sure everything was ready for the next day.

As she worked, Mia reflected on the day. It hadn't been easy to see Char so unwell, but knowing that she had been able to comfort and care for her made all the difference. Mia knew that her job wasn't just about playing games and having fun; it was about being there for the children when they needed love, care, and a comforting presence. And that, more than anything else, was what made Mia's work so special. She smiled to herself, already looking forward to seeing Char's bright smile return when she was feeling better.