I am going to write this post as if I'm remembering it in 20 years, just a disclaimer (it makes me feel like I accomplished something).
After graduating from BYU, I decided to stay in Utah just a bit longer to work. I had a great job on campus working with the RSS and they offered me to stay on for the summer. I thought that making a few extra bucks (I actually got paid quite decently) couldn't hurt any, especially not after being accepted to Northwestern. And so, I stayed, roomed with my best friend, Lauren, who to this day, still doesn't remember how we met. Whenever we attended social gatherings or someone was brave enough to ask us if we already knew each other and how we had met, she always responded, school, and I would finish, we're in the same major. I don't think she ever realized that school wasn't a decent enough answer, it left everyone wondering in which aspect of the college life we had so pleasantly discovered each others existence. Needless to say, for memories sake, we attended the same intro course to the major and not to mention several classes thereafter.
Now to the point. Lauren quickly fell into a routine of school, work, and internship duties, while I, the independent person that I was, worked from home. Full-time. This was...boring. Not that I didn't go out, but everything always seemed to happen after 6pm, and I was "off of work" at 5 (even if I didn't work from home, I would still be bored for at least an hour). And this is where my other roommates come into play. One of my roommates, Amanda, who we had met briefly when we moved in, traveled to Haiti for some humanitarian-feel-good type of work, not that humanitarian-feel-good type of work isn't essential in today's society, how else are people supposed to know that they have been doing everything wrong for centuries? No but seriously, it's good work. I would do it too if I weren't too chicken. My other roommate, Hayley, was a sweet girl from Korea. Her mom came to visit her once and Hayley was kind enough to ask us if her mom could stay. If it were me, I wouldn't have bothered to ask, we all have our own rooms for a reason. But, that's just the sweet type of person that she was. Well, while her mom was staying with us I didn't actually realize how often she would be in the kitchen, which I also didn't mind a single bit, it would keep me from making trips to the cupboards every 10 minutes to grab a snack. Not that I couldn't talk to Hayley's mom...well actually I couldn't, she spoke Korean, and as adept as I am at understanding people with accents, my 21 years of Spanish training didn't help me any.
Well, one day, as I was working from home, again, I went out to see what I would eat for breakfast, I was quickly dissatisfied with what was in the pantry, so I made my way back to my room. A couple of minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. It was Hayley's mom with a sandwich on a plate in one hand and a cup of milk in another (might I add the cup was a mug someone obviously bought in Chicago; made my day for several reasons). Anyway, I thanked her, relished that sandwich, the milk not so much (don't like milk) and continued working. I then decided it would be a good time to go check the mail, and so I did, as I was leaving, Hayley's mom, in her broken English and pointing to a cell phone and a piece of paper asked if I could dial a number for her. I gladly took the phone in my hand, this woman did feed me after all, and I began to dial, except...it's an old phone...and well, it took me a while to figure out how to unlock it, something about a menu key and then a star key and then...yeah you get it. Well I dialed the number for her, after several unsuccessful jabs at the keys and went to go get the mail.
On my way back to my room, Hayley's mom held out the phone to me, so I took it and hung up the call. That is all I could assume she wanted. Some of you may be asking where was Hayley in all of this, well she was at school, most duh. Anyway, I walked into my room and 5 seconds later another knock on my door, so I opened it and YOU GUESSED IT, it was Hayley's mom! (I apologize if there is any tone of frustration, because honestly, having Hayley's mom come to visit was probably the most human interaction I had all week and led to ZERO frustrating moments). She carried in her hand a plate, with two hard boiled eggs. I stared at them kind of puzzled as she took an egg and motioned it towards the plate as if she were cracking the egg and then she would carry it up to my face. I guessed she wanted me to peel them and eat them, and so I did. I probably would have died and decayed in my room if Hayley's mom hadn't been there. So, Hayley's mom, wherever you may be, thank you. And an added thank you because you told me my eyes were pretty, so obv you are one of my favoritist people in the world.
The End.
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