The past week had been pretty hectic, running to and fro the local children’s hospital. The second niece got admitted after running a fever, refusing to eat and drink the whole day. It turned out that she had some sort of virus, which left her immensely dehydrated, and reduced the oxygen level in her body. Three days later, the doctors and nurses bade farewell to a screaming 2-year-old, as the drip was removed from her left foot, and she went [quote] “whoopee!” [unquote] off the bed, climbing the sofas around the ward.
She got reunited with her younger sister for a day, only to have the latter being admitted to the same hospital the next day, for showing similar symptoms of the affecting virus. Thankfully though, the 10-month-old fighter regained her appetite soon enough, and the house is once again coloured by her frequent [quote] “mammamm…” [unquote] (a possible derivative of the Malay word ‘makan’, meaning ‘eat”) baby babbles each time she sees someone with food in hand.
Now that they are staying with us for the time being;– we’re helping my worn-out sister with two still-on-medication little kiddos;– I thought what better way to celebrate the return of their appetite than with their favourite chocolate muffins.
It is probably too presumptuous of me to claim that these are their favourite muffins ever, but I think it should suffice to say that these are their favourite muffins when they come over.