So the other night I got a phone call. The type that makes you hold your breath. Where tears well up, and boil over, tumbling down your cheeks. The kind where you pray as you listen to the voice on the other end.
The one who gave me life. Bought me up. Loved me. Cherished me. Supported me. That one.
I listened. I umm. I ahhed. I asked questions.
I hung up, and bawled my eyes out.
I can’t fix it. I can’t make it better.
It really was the Phone Call You Don’t Want To Get phone call.