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.