My mom called and asked me to pick up my brother from school. Her voice sounded exhausted. I drove there, found him waiting outside, and brought him home. My mother became pale as we arrived. She replied, “But I never called you.”
I took my phone to prove she had called me. But then we both froze as we saw a new text that said, “Hurry up!” I promptly checked my call log and found no record of a call from my mother. Instead, at that same moment, I received a call from my father’s number.
I called him for answers. He groaned and continued, “Your mother was not feeling well and had been sleeping all afternoon, so I ordered my secretary to contact you and pick up your brother. I didn’t want to awaken her.”
It turns out that in my haste, I looked at the number too quickly and assumed it was Mom. And since my father’s secretary sounds a lot like her, I never questioned it. A bizarre mix-up, but at least everything made sense now.
