“How’s my darling doing?” Bonnie asked with a sweet smile.
“Good.” I said in between my cereal bites. “How about you mom?”
“Great honey.” she busied herself with her boots, sitting on the kitchen counter. “Dad called.”
I remember how my eyes grew and I didn’t feel like eating anymore.
“He did?”
Bonnie nodded with a look of fear on her face. She pushed herself from the counter and gently put her hand on my hair.
“Maybe you should just talk to him.”
I started playing with my lips, which I later on learned I did when I was thinking deep or very nervous.
“Mom.” I said with an exaggerating sigh. “I don’t want to now.”
“I know honey. But just think of this. There’s some people out there who don't have a dad. They might wish to see their dad’s one last time again. We don’t know
