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My Kids Thought I Was Dead
Some stories you can’t make up.
My friend reached out to me. Her mom was in town. She wanted me to meet her. We made plans to go to dinner. It was lovely and fun. A few hours later we said our goodbyes.
I stopped to meet friends at a restaurant.
One of our fav musicians was playing.
A guy I’d recently dated reached out to me, and met me there. It was a relatively quiet evening. I barely drank and I wasn’t out late. The next day I couldn’t find my phone.
I was baffled.
I met two of my friends for brunch at the same restaurant. I wanted to see if my phone was there. It wasn’t. We remained out because I hoped to run into people whose phone numbers I didn’t have.
I wanted to see if they had my phone.
The time got away from me.
I was stressed. I spent all day looking for my phone. If ever there was a night I shouldn’t have misplaced my phone this was it.
It made no sense.
Unbeknownst to me my boys are lighting up the airwaves.
My oldest son and his wife are out of town for the weekend. They’ve been trying to reach me unsuccessfully. They call my middle son and share their worries.
