I'm sick for days. Heat (El Nino) is taking its toll on me. Last night I was awakened by a quiet sound of sobbing...
Me: Oh why are you crying my love?
Juan: I'm afraid that you're not gonna wake up tomorrow because you're old and sick.
Me: I'm just sick but not old. 80 is old. I'm only 42, remember? Let's sleep. Don't worry so much my love.
Juan: Ok, mom, I love you.

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