Make that Call

When the page turned on the calendar we could count on his call. The slow drawl would drift over the phone line, “I just wanted to give y’all a chance to wish me a happy birthday.”
My father and stepmother would chuckle and sing the familiar song. It became a routine. Something they knew to expect each and every year. They asked him once why he couldn’t wait for them to call. Continue reading “Make that Call”

