Unconditional love and care

I was a sickly asthmatic child. Another very early memory is of mother carrying me at night (in the upright position with my chest on her front) because I had difficulty breathing with congested lungs. Everyone else was asleep.
I got an attack once a month until I was about 13. It fell onto mother to take me to the GP. After the GP we would have to stop by a sweet shop. I needed an incentive to take medication. In those days the pills were in powder form and oh so bitter and the liquid stuff was horrible. As I got older I had to take it myself and I would sit staring at it for 10 mins and everytime mother walked by in the kitchen she would be urging me to take it. To this day I hate swallowing pills unless it's in capsule form.