I text my sister a thousand times a day but we never talk on the phone.
Last week, I was sitting in a hotel eating dinner when my phone rang. I looked and saw it was my sister calling and froze like a deer in headlights.
My brain started shouting:
Oh shit.
Why is she calling me?
Did something happen to one of my nieces?
Would she call me or my parents?
Oh fuck.
Did one of my parents die?
Did BOTH of them?
Is she dead and the people at the crash are just calling the last person who texted?
Could they get in her phone?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Is it Gramma?
This is going to be the last moment where everything is normal and everyone is alive and fine.
Order a shot. Face this with liquid courage.
(Drinks shot).
20 minutes of psyching myself up
(Call sister).
Sister: I already figured it out.
Me: what?
Sister: The game you were playing with Baby Seyi last time you were here.
Me (cautiously): Heads Up
Sister: I know
Me: What is wrong with you?!?!
Sister: what?
Me: Don't ever call me again without sending me a text first saying no one is dead!
Sister: Ummkay
She has no idea what she put me through!!
