Friday the 13th

We had an activity for that day - to choose one of the tombs we saw when we worked in cleaning the cemetery, and right the story of the person who was buried there. I chose a tomb of a one year old who for some reason had a phone laid on his tomb. Here is my story:

Thomas and Lillie Lagos were ready to fall asleep after a long day at the office, and after having to take care of little Robert. Thomas' eyes closed heavily just before the phone started ringing. Lillie's part of their arrangement was to go whenever Roberts needs her, but it was Thomas's job to handle any other interruption during the night. He slid his feet into his slippers and went slowly to the phone which kept ringing. when he finally arrived and picked up the receiver the line was dead. Thomas left the phone, took a glass of water and headed back, as he was crawling back to the bed the ring of the phone made him spill all of his water. Determined to answer the phone this time, he ran as fast as he could, but once again, in the moment he picked out the phone the line was dead. Thomas waited for about 20 minutes for the mysterious caller to call once more, and when he didn't Thomas decided to go back to sleep and just ignore the interruptions. Only when Thomas got into the bed and closed his eyes, the phone rang again. The phone kept ringing and ringing until Lillie couldn't take it anymore and decided to handle it herself, she went out of her bed, the cold water on the floor freezing her barefoot legs, and went to the phone which kept ringing. When she picked up the receiver, all she could hear was a child's cry, she figured out it's a mistake phone call from the hospital, so she hung up the phone, and unplugged. A minute didn't pass by before the phone rang again, confused Lillie picked the receiver again, and the same child was talking to her: "mama, mama" he said "I love you mother". Lillie got pale as she knew who the call belonged to. She ran over to Roberts room which was disturbingly quite. She picked up little Robert in her arms and found him to be cold and lifeless. He fell on his bed from her shaking hands. The doctor determined Robert was suffocated to death in his sleep, and assured them there was nothing they could do about it. Today little robert is buried at st. Michels cemetery with the same phone. And it's believed that to this very day, on stormy nights you can still hear the phone ringing. And it's also believed that if you were to answer this phone at such night, you would hear the voice of the child who will never grow up.

a common mistake

I was using the UWP word a lot, and for some bizarre reason people thought that the P stands for Privacy, so I wanted to make sure you know that UWP stands for Up With People, the organization I'm traveling with right now.
So that's it, just wanted to clarify that. There is no Privacy in UWP.