My phone was ringing. I looked down. It read, "Mom." All I could think was, "this must be bad." I haven't talked to her in three years, what could she possibly want. "Should I pick it up? Maybe? Maybe not?" I was just staring at my phone, like I was in shock and couldn't move, but before I knew it my finger was on the answer button and the phone was to my ear.
In probably the most confused voice I've heard myself,
"Hello...?"
All I heard was sniffle after sniffle, now i knew it was something bad. Now I was a bit concerned.
"Mom, what happened?"
"Jessica, honey..." then I heard a whimper. I knew something was up. I was starting to get anxious and my eyes started to well.
"Mom, just..just tell me what it is..."
"Your father...your father didn't make it"
There was a midst of silence, I didn't know what to say. I was a terrible daughter for not seeing him in his last 2 months. I knew he was going soon. I should have seen him.
She spoke again, "Dear, we'd like you to come down here as soon as possible, if you would."
"I-I-I I'll let you know, sorry I have got to go."
I hung up the phone.
I sat in bed, under my covers which used to seem so warm, but now felt cold, like they were soulless. I looked into the space of my room which used to seem crowded, but now seems empty. All these thoughts of nothingness ran through my head as tears one by one fell down my rosy red cheeks.
