Keeping the Lines of Communication Open
Backstory: My mom usually emails me first thing in the morning. If she forgets, I usually get busy and don’t email her. So, if she hasn’t heard from me all day, I get some sort of sarcastic where is my daughter email.
Mom: I had this kid, her name is L, I saw her yesterday, but today she seems to have vanished. Have you seen her by any chance?
Me: Hmm, the name is so familiar. It’s so lucky I heard from you, I’m wondering, if you’ve seen my mom, her name is A. She’s been missing all day.
Mom: Hmmm… the lines of communications appear to be malfuncting. I have seen that Mom named A. I think I have… she is tall, willowy and skin like an angel, voice like a gentle summer rain. Is that the one??????
Me: Oh, yes that is certainly the one of which I speak.








