My sister messaged me that they just came from dad in prison.
I suddenly felt guilty not to be with him on his birthday, but I needed to accompany my wife to have a checkup today.
We set an appointment with Hanna since Krizel has not feeling well lately.
She eats a lot, but she still seems weak and even takes a nap longer than usual.
She even vomited this morning when she smelled the garlic being prepared in the kitchen, so I know something is going on.
"Josh!" Hanna shouted from her clinic.
I nearly jumped off my seat when I heard her shout.
I gently opened the door and saw both ladies staring at me.
"Come here," Hanna sternly said.
She faced the monitor and showed me something that I could not understand.
"What's that?" I asked.
Hanna started to laugh hysterically.
My wife even laughed with her.
After laughing for too long, she cleared her throat and looked at me.
