I received another one. A text that to most anyone else would be all nonsense. Dmwajtgpajtdmwajtgpajtdmwa….
Four lines. It’s almost always the same. The letters are the same, in the same order. And it means the same thing.
My kids also get the same text. Sometimes multiple times a day.
My son gets three or four texts in a row that start with the familiar Dmwajtg… in class, on the basketball court, at the movie theater.
My oldest daughter receives them when she’s carrying on official state government business. My youngest daughter, when she’s getting ready to step on stage.
Or when they’re all just hanging out at the house or running around with friends. (Sometimes their buddies get the same message.) My kids read their messages and smile when they come to that one. They text back smiley faces, goofy faces, simple words and phrases.
No, I don’t need a block on my cell phone. No filters are necessary.
It’ll happen again tomorrow.
My phone will buzz, and I’ll open my phone and read my message. Dmwajtg…. I’ll hit reply and text, I love you, too, honey.
And I’ll be glad we made the decision to give a cell phone to my special needs daughter.
