When we are sick, we become our mothers' children again.

Pepe lies 

and he lets his thoughts flows for a while before

sleep snaps him off.  

Pepe thinks of his childhood, 

when he was sick like now, 

and his mother was taking care 

of him.  

Pepe remembers her hand 

as it touched his forehead and side neck, 

feeling its concern, 

her worried voice, 

her eyes full of empathy.

Pepe wishes that he can just be

taken care off by someone

since he has been alone taking care

of himself for more than 14 years now.