I wanted to tell you how truly sorry I am. It turns out, that the day I got my hair cut, it wasn't just a cough like I thought it was. I know that I tried, and tried and tried not to cough right in your face as you cut my hair, but I will feel just terrible if you caught it.
You know, the flu.
Because that is what it was. I took my deathly ill son to the doctor's that afternoon, and when the doctor told me that my son had the flu, I knew.
I had it too.
It hadn't hit hard when I saw you. Really, when I got my hair cut, it really was just a cough and a scratchy voice. But by the time I went to bed that night, it was a fever and the chills and the cough was worse.
I didn't sleep that night. From the coughing. The incessant coughing. And the next day, I thought I would die.
So, I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I honestly didn't know. And I really hope you didn't get it.