"She taught me how to read."
"I know--you tell me every day!"
"Well, she did!"
"I know! And she taught herself how to read!"
"What, you don't believe me?"
"I do, but you tell me--"
"Every day, I know."
(The argument was about me, in case you were wondering. *grin*)
Then her foster mother decided, on the spur of the moment, to come up to Boston today. It took a while to figure out where we would meet. We finally decided on right in front of my dorm.
We had a great time today. The group was myself, R (my sister), A (her foster sister) and J (her foster mother). We went to Quincy Market and wandered around for a few hours. Then we had lunch at a nice restaurant (the name of which slips my mind at the moment). R and A were acting very, very strangely the entire time. They kept speaking in fake British accents and trying to attract attention. I guess I should expect anything else from two 16-year-olds, huh? :-)
Anyway, back to last night. I called my foster mother, and we chatted for a while. That was nice. It was quiet there, too, so I didn't have to worry about the call being interrupted by teenaged girls fighting over telephone privileges.
Then, I called my Big Sister, T. We talked about school and stuff like that. Her courseload seems larger than mine--and she works full-time, too!
All of these people were so shocked to hear from me. I was quite amused by their reactions. I think that calling more often would be a good idea.