

Sara was sick. She had a fever and a cough. She felt hot and wet. Her mom took her to the doctor. The doctor was nice. He gave her some medicine and a sticker.
"Take this medicine three times a day," the doctor said. "And drink lots of water. You will feel better soon."
Sara and her mom went home. Sara lay on the couch. She drank some water. She took her medicine. She watched some cartoons. She felt a little better.
The next day, Sara's mom had to go to work. She called a nurse to come and take care of Sara. The nurse was not nice. She was ignorant. She did not know how to make Sara feel better.
She did not give Sara her medicine. She did not give Sara water. She did not let Sara watch cartoons. She made Sara eat dry toast. She said it was good for her cough.
Sara did not like the dry toast. It hurt her throat. She wanted water. She wanted her mom. She wanted the nice doctor. She cried.
"Why are you crying?" the nurse asked. "Stop being a baby. You are not that sick. Eat your toast and be quiet."
Sara felt angry. She felt sad. She felt sick. She threw the dry toast at the nurse. The nurse got mad. She yelled at Sara. She grabbed Sara's arm. She hurt Sara.
Sara screamed. She screamed loud. She screamed for her mom. She screamed for the nice doctor. She screamed for help.
Her mom heard her scream. She came back from work. She saw the nurse. She saw the dry toast. She saw Sara's arm. She saw Sara's tears.
She fired the nurse. She hugged Sara. She gave Sara water. She gave Sara medicine. She gave Sara a kiss.
"I'm sorry, Sara," her mom said. "I did not know the nurse was ignorant. I will never leave you with her again. You are my brave girl. I love you."
Sara smiled. She felt loved. She felt better. She said, "I love you too, mom."
