Unfiltered Story #281837

(This is really my mother’s story. She’s home on a Saturday morning with just my younger brothers, as my father has taken me to a school volleyball game following my very rash decision to join the team despite being a tiny fifth-grader about as athletic as a cooked noodle. Her cell phone rings with an unfamiliar number.)

Mom: “Umm . . . Hello?”

Squeaky Voice: “Hi Mom!”

(I had borrowed a friend’s mother’s phone to call her to ask my father to come find me, since the game was over and I couldn’t find him. She told me it was quite a shock to hear my squeaky voice coming from the receiver! My dad eventually found me and I got to go home and enjoy the rest of my Saturday in a timely manner. Most of my short time on the volleyball team feels like a fever dream, but I remember that situation quite clearly!)