The Glory of the Eag

The mother, sitting at the head of the bed, anxiously and painfully watched her sick son, occasionally calling out to him.,She was no doctor, powerless to help. She could only sit helplessly by his bedside, sighing at the cruel twists of fate and praying silently that things wouldn't get any worse.,As if in answer to her prayer, the child slowly opened her eyes, gazing at her mother with a bewildered look in her deep blue eyes.。