I don't really remember what my parents told 14-year-old me when they went out for the evening.
"Be good," "Love you," something like that.
What my sister said to my 14-year-old nephew last night? Make sure your phone's on in case Uncle Matt needs help. She called me Uncle Matt, although my nephew often just calls me Matt.
Anyway, I fell. My first call was to Mom. When she came up, we called my nephew to drag me out of the bathroom and hold me up, so the lift could get to me.
Dad came over to help, too.
Soon, I was back in my chair.
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