Dear Rog,
Nonna isn't really getting that much better. She's not getting worse though, which is a good sign. She's pretty much stayed the exact same. Throwing up, not eating, pale. I hope she gets well soon. I've made three trips to the pharmacy in four days. She's in pain constantly. I don't know what to do.
Did you get an Italian dictionary from the library or did you buy one? Either way, that's the sweetest thing i've ever heard. sei un tesoro. Look that one up ;).
I know you've told me to stop constantly apologising many times before, but I do want to apologise if my messages seem blunt or super short in the next coming days. I'm just so stressed. And worried. You're the only thing keeping my going. You and my nonna, of course.
I wish dad was here. He'd know what to do.
Please, mio caro, don't send any more money. You need food. Proper food. That bread soup or whatever sounds like absolute shit. You should try tiramisu. My mouth is watering just at the thought.
I really must go now. Nonna is calling in from the other room and I really can't leave her unattended alone. Gosh, i'm so sorry. I'm such a bore.
Thank you for everything. I think about you everyday. I probably dream about you, too, but my memory is getting worse by the minute.
Already said this, but thank you.
Hugs,
Deaky xx
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