Today I decided to call my parents. I dialed their number and heard a strange woman’s voice.
“¡Hola! ¿Quién es?” the woman said.
“This is weird,” I thought. “Since when does my mother speak Spanish?”
While I was pondering this question, the Spanish-speaking woman hung up. Once again, I dialed my parents’ number and the same strange woman responded.
I looked at the screen of my phone. As usual, it said,
(514) my parents’ number
but under these familiar lines, in the spot where the screen normally says, “Montreal, QC”, it said
I have no idea what this means and where my phone found these Peruvian folks. I also have absolutely no idea why the phone identifies them as my parents. It’s a good thing I was never one of those people who fantasize that they have been adopted and that their real parents are living somewhere in a different part of the world.