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    “Nice? It’s weird . Megan is the only one here and it’s too quiet,” I answered.
    “I’ll take the weird and quiet any day,” he said then glanced at his watch. “Shoot, I’m running late. Bye sweetheart.” He stood up and kissed the top of my head.
    “See you later dad.”
    Just then two-year old Megan came barreling into the kitchen, giggling. “Hi Cassie!” she shouted.
    “Hi Megan,” I answered as she flung herself at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my legs. We’d watched her since she was a baby and I had to admit, she held a special place in my heart.
    I kneeled down and tugged her hair. “Oh…your hair looks so cute today!” Her short blond hair was pulled tightly into two little ponytails. She touched them proudly and smiled with her big doe eyes. 
    “Where Jed?” she asked.
    I poked her playfully in the tummy. “Don’t know.”
    She giggled and then asked, “Where Daniel?”
    “Don’t know,” I said, this time tickling her.
    She laughed hysterically as I continued to tickle her. When she’d had enough, I put her on my lap and she asked about the remaining daycare kids.
    I sighed. “Sorry, I really don’t know. I think most of them are sick and stayed home with their mommies to get better.”
    Just then my mom walked into the kitchen and informed me that everyone was sick with the flu. Except for Megan and her mother, Sara, who was six months pregnant.
    “Thank God Sara’s not sick with this virus,” I replied.
    “And she’s not getting that vaccination either. I talked her out of it,” declared my mom proudly.
    “Daddy sick,” Megan said, matter-of-factly. She then raced back into the toy area.
    “Oh. Well hopefully he doesn’t get either of them sick,” I said.
    “I heard that Kevin is just miserable and wants her to stay away from him. I told Sara she could stay here if she wanted to, since her folks live a couple of hours away, and she still has to work. At least until after Megan’s dad gets better. But she declined. She just doesn’t want to impose. Plus, she really wants to take care of him.”
    “Oh,” I said. I looked at my mom’s hair. It looked pretty with the new highlights and colored gray. “Your hair looks nice mom.”
    She smiled at me. “Thanks honey.”
    “And have you lost some weight?” I asked.
    “Maybe a little,” she replied looking down. “I haven’t had time to eat much this week with all of the kids being sick. I’m actually relieved that most of them are gone today.”
    “So am I,” I replied. When the kids were here, my germ phobia was on high alert. Lately, it’s begun to recede.
    My mom turned on the small television sitting on the kitchen counter. She poured herself a cup of coffee and began flipping through the channels.
    “I’m going to karate class again tonight mom,” I told her. 
    “Um?” she replied, not really paying attention.
    I raised my voice. “I said I won’t be home until after eight this evening. I’m getting a free manicure from Mae and then I’m going to karate.”
    She turned to me and put her arm around my shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I was just trying to see if there are any updates about the crisis in Europe.”
    I grabbed a fresh blueberry muffin that was sitting on the stove. “Crisis? Are you talking about that attack at the French hospital?”
    She took a sip of coffee. “Well, there’s been a string of violence and rioting in other countries as well. France, Germany, Italy, everywhere. It’s kind of crazy.”
    “Are they terrorist attacks?”
    “That’s the thing... nobody is really sure who is doing it or why it keep happening. The government isn’t releasing any information and the media is bewildered. It’s just really… bizarre .”
    “Well, I’m sure it will all blow over,” I answered, dismissing it. To me it seemed that violence was pretty normal all over the world at any given moment.
    She shrugged and then turned off the