Parents of Manipulators

I have a micro-infarct and I have a micro-infarct. The heart is burning! I just feel the fibers cracking!"
We have bricks. We kill our mother with our brutal behavior.

Find a good cardiologist. My sister was lucky. Then it tells: "Cardiology on the 4th floor. The doctor is very nice. Quiet as a drown. Mom impulsively tells how the daughters bring her to a heart attack, how it burns in the chest and everything is bad. The doctor cried and listened carefully. When the flow is exhausted, he asks:
How did you get upstairs, on foot or in the elevator?
Go on foot!! You can’t get in the elevator!! to
How many times have you stopped?
I did not stop.
It is."
It came to my mom only when my sister slowly slipped from her chair, holding her stomach.
There were no more heart attacks.

Thank you Doctor!