Idris
“Hello, Maisie,” I called her after I got her number from her text.
She giggles, “Oh my god. I can’t believe it, Idris. That we found each other after what? Like 17 years later.” She sounds so excited.
“Yeah. It’s too late.” I say.
She laughs nervously, “You sound so tired.” She says,
I don’t know how to start this conversation without being awkward, “I’m fine. I wanted to talk about something important. But it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about or…” I trail off.
Her baby is crying in the background, “Shush,” she tries to calm her baby.
“Hey, You can give me a call later, You are busy with your baby now,” I say.
She laughs, “Yeah, toddlers. All the Babysitting jobs when I was a teen, gives me an advantage though.” She says.
“Okay. It’s nice talking to you. Don’t forge
