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The phone call

The phone call - Cheryl Cady

On the way back from my daughter’s school, I had to stop by at my father in law’s house. He had brought something for my husband and I needed to pass by and pick it up. I had no idea what I was supposed to bring home with me. My husband had only sent me a text asking to do him this favor, without further ado.

Thus, only when I got there, I found that he had bought some tubular lead acid batteries Toronto for his son. I was only the mule. When I got in front of his house, he was already waiting for me in the garage, with the door half opened. I waived at him and he made a sign with his hand, asking me to wait.

Two minutes later, he loaded the cargo on the back of my van and shut the door. Then he tapped on it and waived at me. While he was doing all this, he was on the phone with his wife. The poor woman had a nasty fall this winter. She slipped on ice and fell down really bad. The fall caused a broken hip and some ugly bruises. 

Despite the broken hip, she managed to walk from the fall scene, all the way to her house, which is a good hundred meters. Once she reached the inside of the house, she collapsed and asked him to call the ambulance. I don’t know how she had the strength to walk all that distance in such a terrible pain.

She said she had no choice, otherwise she would have died there, freezing to death, as there was no one outside on the street. When the ambulance came, they took her right away to the hospital and she has been there ever since.

Each day he goes to see her to the hospital in the morning and each evening they speak on the phone right before supper. That’s when I got to their house. He was on the phone with her the whole time. I felt bad for letting him carry everything by himself, but there was nothing I could have done to help him. I was strictly forbidden by my doctor to lift any heavy weight. My back was just starting to feel a bit better and I did not wish to mess it up again. It took me more than half an year to recover from my lumbago crisis.

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Hello everyone, my name is Cheryl! It gives me great pleasure to share my life as a mother and my work as an advertising editor with you. You will discover that I am not always diligent, but you have to understand that I also have three beautiful babies to deal with! That being said, don't worry, I drop by regularly! See you soon.