Elisha
“Elisha, mi hija?” I heard Nana knock on my bedroom door.
“Nana! Come in!” I loudly answered.
Nana must be worried now because I didn’t join them for breakfast this morning. I was too lazy to eat, plus my stomach was still upset since last night. I couldn’t get a wink. Even when I was asleep, a nauseous feeling woke me up. Gladly, I had cold water in my room to soothe my churning tummy.
This was my fourth day in the mansion, and I had been spending quality time with Nana, Ferdi, and all the member of the household helpers. I was alright the whole time until last night when I ate a very spicy yet creamy and tasty crab soup Ferdi made.
The door opened, and I saw Nana and Ferdi. The latter was holding a large tray and smiling at me. “Here’s your brunch, young lady,” he said.
