David
When the phone rang, I didn’t have any idea who it could be, at first.
I should have. My grandfather had always been a stubborn man, and it had been trying to reach me for years. Years of him calling at least every month. Over the past year, it had been more like once a week, if not twice.
Not once had I answered. It had been twelve years since the last time I’d laid eyes on my grandfather, or even heard his voice. Twelve years that I’d been utterly unable to make myself face the one and only member of my family who was still alive.
When my mother had taken off on us when I was only five, life had truly sucked. It had been okay, though, eventually. I’d been able to get through it because I still had my father, and the two of us had gotten through just fine.
Maybe my mother leavi
