The next day, Lizzie woke early with a pounding headache. She pulled her pillow over her head to block out the sun and groaned in pain as she turned away from the window.
A soft knock on her door, followed by her mother calling out, “Are you up, honey?” caused her to moan in pain.
She heard the door open and her mother walking across the room. Hearing the shade being pulled down, Lizzie peeked out from under the pillow and saw the room was darker than previously.
“How’s your head doing, sweetheart?” her mother asked as she walked over to the side of the bed.
Kneeling down to look at her daughter, she ran her fingers over Lizzie’s cheek.
“It hurts,” Lizzie ground out.
“I brought you something for it,” her mother said, holding up her palm.
On her palm rested two small white
