ERIN
It was early in the morning.
And for the first time since I've had moved here, I was determined to call my mother. It has been almost two years since I've had heard her talking. Her severe but sweet talking.
Will I recognize her voice ? I thought.
However, I wanted to call her many times those last years. Many, many, many times. But everytime, I lost my courage and hung up before she answered the phone.
I didn't know why I was so confident, that day. But I decided to take this determination with open arms.
So, I called her.
Nine tones sounded...
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
Biiiip.
...before someone picked up :
- Hello ? I said, to make sure mom was hearing me well.
- Hello... ?
It was not my mom. This was a masculine voice. A man. Kinda similar to me, though.
- Can I talk to Samya Mekonen ? I ask, a bit shaking.
- What is it for ? the man asked, suspicious.
- Um...she's my mother. I want to tell her someth...
- Erin ? the guy called instantly.
I stopped moving. I was burning inside all of a sudden. Cold sweat. Cotton legs.
I cannot believe it.
- Son, I'm so happ...
I hang up the phone immediately.
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Tears Of London
RomanceHe is problems. She is too. They are like tears, falling in the nonchalant streets of London. Where will this fall take them ?
