November 3, 2015


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.

You might want to read How Do You Explain Death to a Child.

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