the-the-the mother, I talked to the mother on the phone. he calls and then suddenly “swoosh!” turns the phone, “this is my mommy!” and I am like, oh shit, I didn´t wash my hair and I am in the garden with peoples underwear hanging and I don´t speak a word of flemish my heart is pounding, but she seemed to like me, and I hear oppa tell her “Yes, she is very beautiful ” and I am like “I don´t care about that kind of stuff, moron!” but on the inside I think, “I don´t even know what I should say so all of a sudden (but then a friend stole the phone to talk to me and ran off so that´s that, but omg, my nerves are so up, so up….