Don't be angry at me
When I was looking at new emails, I couldn't find anything interesting. While I was doing it for some time my phone started ringing and when I answered I said: "yes mom".
"Oh, we come to our destination," mom said.
"Oh, that's good," I said to her.
"You want to see the view," she asked.
"Of course how can I not see where dad takes you," I said to her, and then she turned to face time and she showed me the view from the balcony. While seeing the sea there I asked, "so you go to villa".
"Yes, like always," mom said. While hearing her I looked at the view and I said "good for your mom".
"It will be much better if I don't have this phone calls about me going to some garnering's," mom said.
"Oh, it's bad," I said.
"So you want on Saturday go there," mom asked.
"Greg is sick and I don't know if he will be ok this time," I said.
"What happened to him," mom asked.
"Oh, fever," I said.
"Oh, how much," mom asked.