Saturday night fever

In a naive try not to get infected I went to sleep in the room with my parents.
Soon after I had finally fallen asleep I heard my father saying "thirty-eight". Which meant Celsius degrees. Which meant he had a fever. Which meant me and my mother got up to bring him paracetamol and water and perhaps new sheet and blankets. Which meant we met in the kitchen and my mother was not expecting me and got scared and then angry.
After half an hour of waiting whether the pills would help or not, we were planning to get back to sleep, when my father said :"Do you think it's possible that the birds catch human flu?" I couldn't help but smile. It has not been so long since the time when the whole world was scared that humans would catch the bird's flu. And now, when when it is very important for my father not to get infected, especially in the lungs area, the first thing this birdwatcher cares about is birds. No, daddy, you'd rather not feed the birds tomorrow. As soon as you are healthy again...there you have a motivation. Get well soon. The birds will need you.