Taken

I forgot to document a classic helicopter parent story.

My parents called me for the first time on our Indian cell (which the Thackers had given us) on a Saturday morning but it was while Ale and I were at the pharmacy. I told them to call me back in 5 minutes and thought it was weird they hadn't 5 minutes later or even an hour later, but assumed they were having some technological difficulties (nothing new). We cant make calls to the US anyways so we went on with our day. It wasn't until dinner later that night, that we got a concerned call from Ale's sister, Adri, making sure we were okay. Apparently my parents had tried to call back but accidentally put in the wrong country code....

Dad: hey Lauren
Random Indian woman: blah blah blah in native tongue
Dad: Lauren? Sorry wrong number?

So then he tried again...
Dad: Lauren?
Random Indian woman: blah blah blah in native tongue
Dad: what have you done with Lauren. Why do you have her phone?
Random Indian woman: blah blah blah in native tongue
Dad: who are you and what have you done with Alejandra and Lauren? You have taken my daughter and Ale? What have you done with them?

Convinced ale and I had become the real life version of Taken, he called Ale's mother (which I had given them the number for in case of emergency!) who then called Ale's sister who then tried to call us. Meanwhile Ale and I were in lala land probably stuffing our faces with dosas and missed the call.

Ensue panic. By the time Adri had finally contacted us many hours later, I think everyone had dropped a couple years off their lives.

Moral of the story: Don't watch Taken.