Suddenly, my four-year-old daughter looked at me with a serious expression and asked:

— Mom, are you sick?

I smiled, thinking it was just childish curiosity.

— No, sweetheart, I’m fine. Why do you ask?

She lowered her eyes and whispered:

— Because Dad said you’re sick… and he put medicine in your tea. He told me not to say anything. He promised me ice cream if I kept quiet.