Angelo pov
I felt dizzy in my way to that camp, I couldn't drive anymore. I was going to crash into other cars. I started to sweat, even my palms sweating. Nathan gasped worriedly "dad, stop the car. You look sick."
I halted the car next to the pavement. And pulled a water bottle from the back seat, I washed my face and tried to inhale and exhale slowly until I came back to normal.
I pulled my son to my chest and kissed his head "it's okay, I'm better now."
And then he snapped his fingers ``we can camp in your garden.'' The idea was really good. After all, I didn't want to put him in danger. What if something happened to me and he was alone?
I thought for a while, then I agreed "I guess it's a nice idea, we can go buy a tent and a few other things and at least we will be close to your mom."
He chuckled "yes, you love mommy, right?"
