A few weeks after, I decided to clean my house and to start doing something.
So I sat at the table and got my phone.
It didn't go out of my mind. Wanted to check my phone again because it felt like for years I didn't check my phone. Even though it was about a week.
My dad always took the phones and repaired them. He always said : " Come, and sit beside me, I'll teach you how to Repair a phone"
I've never listened to him and always said that I have something better to do.
Now, I'm very upset I didn't accept his help.
Now that I needed it more than anything.
I suppose my mom and my dad were so damn worried because I promised, before they went, I would call them every day. I didn't call them for about a week.
So it was time to focus myself on the stupid phone and to repair it.After hours I finally got it.
It was working again.
First thing I've done was to call my parents.I literally started crying when I heard their voices.
I told them about the explosion and they got crazy. They got so sad and said that they couldn't come at the moment.
In one week they could only come.I didn't say anything else but OK.
Let's wait an other week.
