My 97 years old mother calls this morning.
Tells me my sister thinks she has had a stroke.
I say "Gee'sh mom! That's what ambulances are for. She should be calling 911!"

That wasn't the thing to say.

Lots of tears followed.

I call the sister.

"How are you? Mom says something is wrong."

"I'm ok."

"Well, could you call mom back and let her know? She's a mess right now."

Not the right thing to say.
Apparently, according to her, I have deep-seated anger.

I do now.