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.
