32 — Hi, dad.

“Hi, Dad.” I say, walking out of the room, with the phone stuck to my ear, “Can you hold on a second, I'm in the kitchen…”

“Did something happen?” He asks, worried. It's unbelievable how he knows the timbre of my voice, how he's able to recognize my emotions by the way I pronounce words. It brings a warmth to my heart, to know that I'm loved in this way.

“I just want to talk…” I say, walking past