Teleconversation with A-Ma

Dad called and told me that Gramma's knee gave up on her and she's in a lot of pain and couldn't walk, and that he's coming with Mum for the weekend to visit Gramma, and of course, his two children who haven't been home for months. I told Dad I'll give Gramma a ring to find out how that poor bedridden soul is. Dad was delighted. I've never called Gramma before. Ever. Reason? Well, for starters, there's a language barrier. I can speak only broken phrases of my mother-tongue (Martian) and Gramma speaks nothing beside. Hell, I thought, I'm a 25-year-old adult, and adults can talk to another adult without sounding like a moronic stuttering macaw.

(the following conversation was carried out in Martian which is un-typable, now translated)
"A-Ma! How are you?"
(feeble) "i'm fine. was in pain but now i'm better..."
"That's great! Errr, were you sleeping when I called?"
(clears throat) "no, i was just lying down a bit..."
"That's great! So, have you eaten, A-Ma?"
(stronger voice) "oh yes, I ate."
"That's great! I am just calling to see how you are."
"i'm feeling better, really."

Then I ran out of vocab for a more meaningful conversation. And I think it's kinda rude to hang-up after 20 seconds of calling someone to comfort and fuss about them. So...

"A-Ma! How are you?"
"..."
"Are you sure you're better, A-Ma?"
"... yes i'm sure."
"That's great! Are you sure you've eaten, A-Ma?"
"... yes."

Oh fuck it. This is utterly idiotically useless.

"I'll see you on Saturday then A-Ma. Take care!"
"ok..."

My cousin guffawed into the other receiver when she heard A-Ma's phone click. Bratty eavesdropper! I shall bazooka her room off the face of the earth on Saturday.