I'll have what he's having

Your sobbing toddler son has a running nose and moans as if all his body is aching. You take him up, hold him in your arms against your chest and try to calm him down. He looks at you and sneezes. You feel all your face covered in that slimy soup of virus. He looks again and smiles, laughing at all the dots scattered on your glasses. What do you feel right now?

O vosso filho chora e geme como que a contorcer-se de dores. Pegam-lhe ao colo e seguram-no juntinho ao peito para o acalmarem. Ele vira a cara e espirra, cobrindo-vos daquela asquerosa mistura de virus e anticorpos. Ele olha-vos nos olhos e ri-se, deliciado com os inúmeros pontinhos que vos cobrem os óculos. O que sentem neste instante?