FLOR.
I call Robert as I close the door to my apartment.
*PHONE CALL*
Hey sweetie.I start crying as soon as I hear his voice.
Let it all out.
I have to pack.
Why?
She hasn't tell anything to
our dad, and I can't tell him
over the phone, so I'm gonna
go talk to him, and get them both
so they can be here with her.Tell me what's wrong,
She has a benign one,
and 2 pre malignant ones.Has she choose any treatment?
They have a few options and
are she's gonna think before
choosing one.How's Luke doing?
He has been great,
today he broke down
a little bit but I told him
he can cry, yell
or whatever with me, but
when we're with her,
we have to be strong.That sounds like a good plan.
So I have an offerWhat about?
My plane will go
pick you up.No, thank you Robert. But
I just called you because I
need to hear you and tell you
what's going on.My plane is in a hangar in LA.
You're going to take at least
2 flights to get to your dad,
then you'll need another
one with your dad to get to your
mom, and one with both
of them to get home and all
that without counting the hours
you'll spend in an airport.
It's almost a 3 day trip, could you
please just agree to take the plane?I sigh
You're to good to me.
I'll arrange everything and text you
the details, just send me the city
code of your dad so we can make
the routes.Sure. Thank
you Robert.Don't mention it.
No, really. You've
been my rock
for so long.I love you kid, I see
you as my daughter.You're like my
dad as well.Don't say that in front of
him but I do love to hear it.I laugh and he sighs
I have to go, need to get
everything ready.Love you dad.
Love you kid.
*END OF CALL*
ROBERT.
I call my pilot and set everything so Flor can go pick her parents, I know she's in worst shape that's she's letting out.
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