I am sick

Yesterday, I was sick. I don't know because I have eaten something and have a diarrhea.

I am vomiting all day long, very sad. My mother gave me a very bitter medicine, which is good for my illness.

My mother cares about me one day, my heart hurts me, but I can't keep pulling, how can I not be good. My mother said that I was so pitiful. At that time, I was very sad. When I spit well, I took another medicine. After a while, my mother told me to go to the room to rest.