Beep, beep, beep...
A deep, deep voice was heard at the end of the microphone.
—Who is it? —Bradley mentioned calmly.
The silence was only accompanied by a slight sigh.
—Milka, is that you? Bradley added as he remembered that small sigh.
—How did you know? I just wanted to talk to someone,— Milka said gently.
When Bradley knew it was Milka, he felt a kind of strange sensation, one he had never experienced before. What if it was his daughter? She wasn't just any girl, she was his daughter.
Maybe he was just hallucinating, maybe he was getting carried away with sentimentality, but, it hurt to hear the voice of the Milka quena. Maybe she didn't even know who her father was.
—Oh, it's good to hear from you Milka. i'm not doing anything, what's wrong? are you okay? —Bradley said
