Rachel Young

friday, october 12, 2001

After dinner tonight, I got a call on my cell phone with a number from the 915 area code. The only people I know from there are my parents, but I don't recognize the number. I answer the phone, "Hello?" Then I hear my mom's voice. "Hi, Eun Young-ah. It's me. Amma."

"Hi Mom. Where are you calling from? It's not your home or the church number."

"Oh. You can see the number when I call?" She giggles. "We got a cell phone today."

Haha. My parents are like little kids when it comes to new gadgets. My dad gets on the phone later, and he sounds like he's been brainwashed by Jamie Lee Curtis. "3000 minutes. Nationwide coverage. Free phone. Only $39.99/month," he explains to me in his broken English.

"Yeah, Dad. I know how it works. Remember? I have a cell phone." He is just like a little kid, excited about his new toy and wanting to show it off to others.

My parents are so cute.

My dad went on to tell me his church raised $15,000 for the relief efforts, which is pretty darn impressive considering it's a very small church in a tiny little community.

"Wow, Dad. That's awesome! I can't believe you all raised that much money! That's so wonderful!" I exclaimed.

My parents make me so proud. I wish I could just give them a big hug right now. But I haven't seen them since last June. I really hope we can all spend this Christmas together as a family for the first time again in five years. That's all I would ask Santa for Christmas this year.

Oh, and maybe a lifetime supply of popcorn JellyBelly. Yeah, that would be it. Oh, and if he was feeling really generous, he could throw in some gummy bears with that and maybe a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream. =)

Hmmm. I think my entire family may have this complex about growing up. We all hate to do it.

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