God, I missed my family
March 13, 2008 § 3 Comments
I’m finally back on American soil folks, and happy to be here. So far I have seen my old college chums, and am now finally at home with my parents, and happy to be here. I love my family. Here is an example of why:
My mother calls my brother’s cell phone. My brother is a freshman frat boy, baseball hat and all.
Mom (on the phone): Hi, Aaron? How is it? Yeah. Sake bombs? <pause> Is the sake warm or cold?