Experiences have always been an important part of human lives, it might be work experience or a general life experience or lessons. As a girl child, I grew up with a strict parent who believes you must be a bit rigid to a girl child to put her on the right path. I'm glad they did that with love, though, but yet they gave me training that inculcated the fear of my parents in me. If I'm in a place and I sense my parents coming, I do feel like disappearing and wishing for a miracle to happen at that moment.
I had a funny experience when I got admitted into a higher institution. Having freedom was everything I craved at that time; I wanted to go out, have fun, and hang out with my friends; these are the things I wasn't opportune to do at home because my parents never allowed me to. One evening, I decided to chill out with a friend of mine and I was already out of the house in the evening around 7 pm. I was almost at the place where I was going when my dad's call came in, at that point, I wanted to freeze to death because it was a video call.
How could I have picked video call where I was at that time? I didn't know what to do; if I should pick up the call, I would have to give a well-detailed explanation of where I was, and if I didn't pick up, I would still have to explain myself. If I were to leave where I was, it would take nothing less than forty minutes to get to my house; I was in a dilemma of what to do. "Why was this man calling at that particular time and a video call, to be precise?" was the question I was asking myself, to which I was unable to answer. While I was thinking of what to do, my dad called my younger sister, who went to a Red Cross camping ground without informing him on a video call. My sister couldn't pick up the call where she was because it was not going to be easy to explain either.
Amidst all these, I was already calling a cab to take me home, but then it seemed all the drivers didn't want to go to my area. My sister called me immediately to narrate her ordeal, and I told her I got the same call from Dad; she immediately left where she was and headed home. My dad already knew something was wrong because it was not so right for us both not to pick at the same time. I took a motorcycle, which I hate boarding, but as of then, I had no choice; I just had to get home as fast as I could. On getting home, my dad had already dropped several messages for me online, and I could sense anger in those messages; just as I was about to call him, my sister came in. We called him back, but he wasn't picking up; then we called our mom, who was sounding worried over the phone, asking why we hadn't been picking up. I had to, one way or the other, convince my mom, who helped out in apologizing to my dad; it was so funny because I was never expecting his call at that time, and the stunts I had to pull to get home without chilling out as I expected.
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