She is too tired to get up from her blanket. One of the fever-mosquitoes must have bitten my little sister, because she’s been sick for five days. Sometimes the fever is stronger than a cold washcloth and basil tea and onions. We all worried about the humming of mosquitoes that followed the water. September marked the end of monsoon season, but an October rain flooded the river near our village last week. When my son had a fever, I made him onion broth.” “Have you tried raisins with ginger? Boil them together and have her drink the liquid.” Voices of our neighbors gathered around her flow through the open door of our home. My mother boils another pot of basil tea on our village’s clay stove in the courtyard. I sit on the floor of our hut and hold a cold washcloth to Chanda’s forehead. From Care of Jungle Elephants by Tin San Bo An entire herd of elephants will care for a member that falls ill.
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