Before I got my coffee this morning I looked at my cellphone and noticed I had two missed calls from my baby brother at 1:49am and then at 1:52am.
My cellphone is on silent overnight.
My heart stopped.
My ears started roaring.
I started shaking uncontrollably.
I called him and he answered.
Baby Brother: IT WAS A BUTT DIAL MONNIE! WHEN I SAW THAT I CALLED, I CALLED YOU BACK TO TELL YOU IT WAS A BUTT DIAL SO YOU DIDN'T GET WORRIED!!! I'M SORRY!!!!!!
And I tried to keep it all casual and cool but it was hard to cuz yeah...I immediately started thinking the worse. Nobody calls me that time of night unless tragedy has struck and I immediately started thinking tragedy.
Why do our minds do that? All in the span of a minute my heart was racing so fast it was crazy and it took me a minute before I was calm. I love my baby brother. If anything happened to him...man...I'd be done.
*sigh*
Good morning. Tell me something good.
PLEASE.
