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Ahmad gloats that he is the only one well in the house (excluding mummy and daddy). He says we all should wear the face mask to stop contaminating the air in the house. I say HE should be wearing the mask instead so that he does not breathe in the virus. He stops arguing.

The house has turned into a makeshift sick bay. The upstairs landing is covered with a mattress with pillows and water bottles around. The master bedroom has an additional two mattresses for the young patients. Honey, lime and Coconut Oil is the medicine everyone now has to take.

Through it all, my mom is more of a cooler mom than I realize. She ensures we all take 3 table spoons of coconut every morning. Cook the food that we like- since she knows our appetite isn't so well. She allows my brothers to be a sloth on the couch and watch TV all day- by right weekdays we're not meant to be watching cartoons. She sent my older brother to the hospital last night at 10pm and only came back at 3am because it takes 2 hours just to see a doctor. She growls at us when we're lazy to freshen up. She lets us sleep in. She uses a damp cloth to make sure that my younger brothers fevers' don't shoot up too high. And more and more and more.

Siraj asks: Ummi, can we bake cookies ? and my mom says: InsyaAllah we can today:)

And my Super Dad? When I received the MC from the doctor that I have to be quarantined for 7 days, I immediately call my dad to know what I should do. He says not to worry and that he'll be coming in an hour. In the car I find out that he droped everything, rescheduled his meetings. He comes to Cyberjaya, sends me back home and goes back to work.

I asked: "Ayah, what did I make you miss at work since you have to pick me up?" He replies, "My dear, I work because of you. Really no point of working if I'm not taking care of you." Something to that effect. Super sweet, I know.

What am I without them.