There comes a day in this modern age that we live in when our children grow up way to early. That day came on Friday, and it was no fault but my own. Ella has been asking me since she was six for a cell phone. What world is it that we live in where a six year old would get a cell phone, let alone know how to use one. My sister bought her two girls each a phone a couple of years ago. They were the ripe age of 5, and 7. Yeah wow I know! Well ever since this Ella has been asking for a phone. I told her there was no way in hell she would be getting a phone until she was at least 14. So cue to last Thursday when it's 4:00 pm and I'm still in town realizing that Ella will be home any second to an empty house. I knew she would panic! I tried calling our neighbors but no one was home. I tried calling our house phone hoping she would answer...even though I was pretty sure that it hadn't been put back on it's charger for at least a couple of weeks. Come to think of it I wasn't sure I knew where it was at all.
I raced home picturing a crying Ella searching for us. I knew she would not let me live this down. So as I pulled up and ran into the house calling out her name, apologizing before she can mutter a word. I found her getting a snack like nothing has happened at all. I was glad she didn't hate me but still it scared me. What if something happened to her while I was gone? Thoughts of terror flooded my mind. "We are getting you a phone Ella!" the look of joy on her face was priceless. It's as if I just handed her the Holy Grail.
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