Mother and Son
S:
Hello?
M:
Hello, Arthur? This is your
mother. Do you remember me?
S:
Mom! Hi! I was just going to call you. You know, I had my hand on the phone…
M:
Arthur, you were supposed to call me last Friday.
S:
I just didn’t have a second.
M:
You didn’t have a second? Arthur,
I sat by that phone all day Friday. All
day Friday night. And all day
Saturday. And all day Sunday. Your father said to me, “Phyllis, eat
something. You’ll faint.” I said, “No, Harry. No. I
don’t want my mouth to be full when my son calls me.” You never called.
S:
Mother, I was sending up Vanguard.
I didn’t have a second.
M:
Well, it’s always something, isn’t it.
You know, Arthur, I’m sure that all the other scientists there have
mothers. And I’m sure that they all find
time after their breakfast or before their count off
S:
Down
M:
…to pick up a phone and call their mothers.
It was the dialogue my student from Nepal gave me between him and his mother that inspired me to dig this out.
Now I'm catching on the too much homework my students have given me with their one statement on who(m) they'd like to interview. Here's what my Syrian student writes;
I would like to interview my parents. They still in Syria until now. Even though I can see them on the Skype from time to time, it's too hard to connect to them. I would like to know more about their life how is going, after the situation is getting bad. I am woundering how they can get their daily requirments. Specially most of jobs were stopped there. I need to know how they are sleeping under the bomb sound.
I'd like to know too!
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