When our daughter Sienna was about 11 years old it seemed as though everyone had a mobile phone but her. Her mean father (me) would say "No you can't" for a whole swag of reasons. For one, it concerned me that it would connect her to the scary world out side our home that I had no control of. Then there was the worry of microwaves and the brain and all that. Anyway, her loving aunt came to her rescue and she was soon the owner of the latest, brand new, super-stylish, trend-setting (and obsolete at it leaves the store) mobile phone. Then comes the calls and texts from people she doesn't really want to hear from while waiting for the person she really wants to call her back, who doesn't. |
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