“Your sister has been in a car accident and she is in critical condition. We just thought we should pass the news on to you…and sometime you should just answer your phone.”
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For over two years I haven’t spoken to my parents. And in early December, this was the message my mom leaves me. Her voice trembling with emotion, yet she still managed to pull off the spitefulness with her last words. Because, well, it’s always gotta be somebody else’s fault (good ol’ Borderline Personality Disorder!).
I did tighten it up a bit (she had left more details about the hospital and my brother-in-law’s condition) thus the usage of the “…” but otherwise it’s verbatim.
I’m looking forward to sharing more of this story in the future. But for now, this is my way of breaking the ice.
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