Emily Belsey

My wake-up call this morning.

05:20.

My phone rings.

The name on the display is Lauri Jones. Lauri Jones is my aunt, my mom’s older sister. She’s known me all my life, and we have a special bond, us both being older sisters who have to govern and guide our younger siblings.

My first thought upon seeing her name as the caller: “That’s weird. She never calls!”

My second thought: “Someone’s hurt or dead.”

A transcript of our conversation:

ME: Hello?

AUNT LAURI: Where ARE you guys?!?

ME: What?

AUNT LAURI: (lots of loud noise in the background, not unlike a lively bar) Hello? I think I’m cutting out!

ME: Hello?

AUNT LAURI: What are you guys doing???

ME: I’m SLEEPING!

AUNT LAURI: What?!? (a beat) Oh. OH! (at this point, she starts laughing) I called the wrong Emily! Listen, sweetie, go back to sleep.

ME: Ok.

AUNT LAURI: OH! And I made plum jam! I’ll send you some.

ME: Ok. Good-bye.

AUNT LAURI: Bye!

I lay in bed, very confused, for about 20 minutes before finally concluding that she must be picking up a friend from the airport and was looking for her. Found out later from my cousin that my aunt was in fact at the airport, but was leaving for Canada instead of picking someone up.

Needless to say, you’d better get me my jam, Aunt Lauri!

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