there's a story too that i once read in a book:
always return your phone calls
Angela knew that Charlotte, her best friend, was having a rough time. شارلٹ was moody and depressed. she was withdrawn around everyone except for Angela. she instigated arguments with her mom and had violent confrontations with her sister. most of all, Charlotte's bleak and desperate poetry worried angela.
no one was on particularly good speaking terms with شارلٹ that summer. for most of her friends, شارلٹ had become too difficult. they had no interest in hanging out with someone who was so bleak and in so much pain. their attempts to 'be a friend' were met with angry accusations یا depressed indifference.
Angela was the only one who could reach her. although she would have liked to be outside, Angela spent most of her time inside with her troubled friend. then came a دن when Angela had to move. she was going just across town, but شارلٹ would no longer be her neighbor, and they would be spending far less time together.
the first دن in her new neighborhood, out playing with her new neighbors, Angela wondered how شارلٹ was doing . when she got ہوم shortly before twilight, her mother told her شارلٹ had called.
Angela went to the phone to return the call. no answer. she left a message on Charlotte's machine," hi Charlotte, its Angela. call me back."
after half an گھنٹہ later شارلٹ called, " Angela i have to tell آپ something. when آپ called, i was in the basement. i had a gun to my head. i was about to kill myself, but then i heard your voice in the machine upstairs".
Angela collapsed on the chair.
" when i heard your voice i realized someone loves me, and i am so lucky that it is you. i am going to get help because i love آپ too."
شارلٹ hung up the phone. Angela went right over to Charlotte's house, and they sat on the porch سوئنگ, جھول and cried.
