My grandson Daniel is in Santiago.

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He has been through a lot with his peritonitis. He almost died. He called me to ask me how I was. I know my grandsons´ way of using language. I asked him whether he could come to see me and what could he eat. He messaged me that he is eating everything now and that he could come next week. I asked him by message if cake was under the words "everything" and that on Tuesdays and Thursdays I has therapy and that on Wednesdays Anita came. He could come any other time, provided that he told me the day before at least. I suppose that even if he says that he can eat anything, I´d better have something not too spicy. I could buy and roast a chicken (dressed only with butter and salt, no pepeer). And I can make some mashed potatoes to have on the side. I´m happy that he messaged me. Of all the family that was there on that Sunday when everyone ended up hating me, I think that the only one that made peace with me really is Daniel. We´ll see. I´m so happy that Daniel is well now. Although I won´t give him hot chile peppers yet