Since it is my father's birthday today, I'm gonna share a little something... A little something that I hope can make a difference. 2 years ago, I had this really bad fever. After I went home from school, I asked for some medicine, hoping that it will disappear after resting for minutes, but I thought wrong. That night, I went to sleep after papa put a wet, cold towel on my forehead to cool my head off, and for the first time in weeks, he didn't go out to drink. He stayed at home and watched over me. I woke up the next day, hearing my father's voice saying that it's time for breakfast. I wasn't feeling any better because I still had a really high fever, but seeing that my father brought me breakfast in bed, it made me smile and the weakness that I had been feeling disappeared even for just a few minutes. After eating, papa put another towel on my forehead and asked if I was feeling any better. I shook my head because no matter how hard I tell myse