"You should keep in contact with your family, you wouldn't want your phone to get cut off again..."

If you all remember that crazy Labor Day weekend when I saw my parents...I would say that it didn't end on that weekend. So that week, I can't remember a thing. The only thing I remember is that Sunday because it was the day of the Ying Yang Twins concert and coincidentally, right after, my father called. He began questioning me about why I hadn't called my mother and proceeded to give me this lecture about the importance of calling the people who had cared for me for 18 years. Well as soft as I am, I felt bad and I didn't know what to say. Honestly, I couldn't even tell him what I had done that week cause I'd forgotten! So I asked to speak to my mom, and we did for a little while, and maybe that Wednesday also. The rest of the week went by normally...until one day, maybe Thursday or Friday, I noticed I couldn't call anyone. I was pissed. I didn't know what happened. I assumed my parents hadn't paid the bill yet. Nope. Maybe Id gone over my 500 texting limit. 200 away, but nope. I had no clue. I called my parents several times, asking if they knew what was up. Of course, with confused voices, they answered "no." Although my mother did comment that this was the most she had heard from me since I left...Well...that weekend was not fun, having to continually ask people for their phones, not knowing what happened. I think it was Tuesday when I tested my phone, and to my delight, it called my friend. I called my mother to let her know my phone was back on of course. To this she replied, "You know, you could keep in contact with your family. You wouldn't want your phone to get cut off again."

(In conclusion, I vowed to call my parents at least twice a week!...no matter how weird it may be to share my feelings...
... In fact, my mother is coming quite soon...)