They say a phone call can make your day. I wouldn’t have agreed, if not for today. In my case though, it was I who made the call.
I had forgotten, and ended up calling much later than I had to meant to call. It was still early morning, so I was glad I did remember in time.
Only those who know him, really know him. Beneath the tough exterior, beneath those layers that sometimes come across as stoic, at yet others, as unemotional, is one of the softest hearts I’ve ever known. Softest, I say, because I’ve seen him weep like a child. That was many years ago, when he lost his own mother.
“Thank you da”, was all he had said.
And I could read beyond the lines. I could sense that emotion, which he almost always represses, as many other men are apt to do. They were only two words that came out of his mouth, but were enough for me to feel what was in his mind. He is my father after all.
There was a brief period of silence. We were both listening, soaking in the moment, I suppose.
“May you guys have many more pa. I am personally quite amazed. How long has it been now – 28 years?”
“Yes. And all thanks to your mother for it. Hang on; she’s just waiting to talk to you”
An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered. – GK Chesterton