I take a nap.
I wake up to a cup of lemon juice by the bed.
Day says: Drink it, mum.
He had squeezed one lemon, put in some sugar and water.
I tell him: It’s really nice.
He says: That’s because I made it with a lot of love.
I am ever grateful.
Lemon or lime juice is his favourite remedy for sickness.
He always does it, for himself and now for me.
From now on, lemon juice is going to mean something.