14 agosto 2006
Not a good day
This evening, arriving at home I was informed by my wife that my son's family was diseased. The disease was the famous rotavirus. Indeed, my wife fone my cell and told that I should come back home imediatelly to take may son to Unimed, because he was very bad. Her voice failled when she was talking to me, so I began to imagine another possibilities. And the main cause, I had no doubts about it: My mother, 92 years old had died. Obviously because she was taking medicines for the cough and labyrinthine. But the reallity was that the rotavirus was the real theme of the fone call. Thanks God!