Call From A Train

My sons are on a train to work. My younger son calls me. The minute I pick up the phone I realize I am on his speaker—a bad sign, which means that they are having an argument and I have been called as a referee, and they don’t trust each other to convey my ruling fairly, so they must both be listening! So, here’s the question he asks me: "Maman, what does Ajale Moallagh mean?" As I stumble to explain the meaning, they are quiet, and all I can hear is the sounds of the train in the background. When I’m finished explaining, there is a silence, and I say reluctantly, "Heloooooooo?" And my younger son says "Thank You" and hangs up. Another discombobulating day in my life.

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