Calling Home.

by - 6:20 PM

Today as I usually do on Sunday afternoons, I called home. I specifically wanted to talk to Momma Froc, to tell her about yesterday's adventures and hopefully avoid her nagging about me getting a job. When I called home today, however, I was surprised when my little sister picked up the phone. My sister Sarah and I are four years apart, and we're not as close as most sisters are. But today I talked to her a little bit. She told me about how excited she was to go to her first dance and first Tri-stake youth conference for church pretty soon. It would pretty exciting for any teen because that youth conference is in Winnipeg this year, and it's made up of LDS youth from all over Saskatchewan and Manitoba, but to Sarah it's especially exciting because she's in a wheelchair, so she often has to miss out on all the adventures other kids her age get to have. And now she finally gets to go.

Then Sarah passed the phone on to my baby brother Clay, who really isn't a baby anymore. He asked me how Lethbridge was and told me about his week, and how he got to go over to a friend's house and play Mario Kart. And Mario Kart is a BIG deal. This week he's performing in the local music festival. A couple weeks ago when I called home I heard him practicing piano in the background. For his second year of piano and the (sometimes very little) amount of practicing he does, he's pretty talented. I'm excited to hear how he does.
I then was passed over to my Dad, who is sick again. He works so hard all the time, and drives himself to the point of exhaustion... I told him not to talk, and I just talked until he had a coughing fit and passed the phone on to Logan. Logan is my little brother that is next in age to me. I didn't talk to him for very long, because by this time I just wanted to know where Momma Froc was. Apparently she's currently on a plane headed to Edmonton. No big deal. So no talk with her tonight. Ah well.
Besides her, the only member of my family I didn't hear from was Benton, my other little brother. This weekend he was chosen to participate in the Provincial Youth Honor Band, and apparently he did so much trombone playing that he came home with swollen lips. Maybe it was better that he didn't talk to me on the phone... haha.
I was once told that I'm not as independent as other University students because I call home so much. But the truth is, I'm not homesick. I just have lots to tell them. Every night at supper we'd have family storytime, so I'm kinda used to it. Being far away from people doesn't mean you love them any less. I think it sometimes means you love and appreciate them more. And good golly do I love my fam jam.

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