So a few minutes ago I woke up with a very unpleasant feeling in my tummy and I realized I had to throw up. So I jumped up and ran to my restroom but my grandma was in the shower, so I had to run to the back house. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it and threw up all over the floor in the backyard and still ran into the back house to throw up more. When I came out, my grandpa was watering down my throw up and asked if I was sick, I told him I ate bad Mexican food last night (which I really did) and he told me go inside and take a shower and put warm clothes on & go lay with my grandma so he can make me some tea. Awww. That’s love.