At first my brother’s cold seemed fun, because he simply told my mother about how it made him feel and she decided that he had to stay home for now. I thought it was all fun and games until my brother’s face was a mess of snot and tears, he cried because it made it hard for him to breathe. When my mother stayed by his side at night it seemed comforting to be in his place until, that one morning. I expected that my mom would be at my brother’s side like every other morning except she wasn’t. She laid there, her nose red, her eyes teary, and her breath a loud snore, almost like a monster. I knew that the monster was after me, hungering for my health, my sanity, the beast preying on me, a beast that left me in fear, shelter less as it had invaded my home, oh that evil beast, the killer cold!