"Wait, pass the phone over to mom," I say to my father.
The perspective tilts and shifts until my mom slides into view, pointing the phone too far up so only the top half of her head is visible.
"Mom," I say in my best grown-up voice, "why wouldn't you go on the cruise?"
"I am not leaving the country while my son might need me, and let me just say, it is not your call," she says sternly.
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