She was scared. She was a scared little girl clutching the phone.she was a scared big girl with tears running down her cheeks and butterflies in her stomach. She hadnt talked to him in five years. The last words she yelled into his earI never want to talk to you again. And oh, how she regretted her angry words. For those long years, she thought of him. Thought of his bright face, his loving eyes, his strong arms, his pet names.and she was sad. Her heart ached for five yearsached for that loss. Her feelings were mixed, she was angry with false feelings. She thought of him almost every day. The years came and went and she grew up. Graduation got closer, and she thought more and more about him. How he had missed so much..so very much. He left her life, and they were both sad. Yet both never called. It was as if neither existed to the other. She occasionally picked up the phone.thinking about dialing those numbers that would summon his voice.but she never did. She was scared. Scared of rejection, of anger, of bitterness.

One day, as she was thinking about himthe memories flooded her mind. How they had gone and picked out a puppy, how she had wanted to show her Easter basket to her uncle, but he said no that her candy would melt, how he had taken her to book stores, how he had always told her that he loved her, how meager but joyful the Christmas days were, of family, of smells and sights and sounds and tastes and feelings.they all flooded her mind. And she cried a single tear. Her love was dying. But his never did. Never did he falter in his love. He thought of her every day. He struggled to live so he could see her again. His own girl, he would never stop loving her.

And then.that one day changed her life.she was a scared little girl clutching the phone..she was a scared big girl with tears running down her cheeks, butterflies in her stomachand she dialed those numbers that would summon his voice. She wanted to talk to him. After five years, she finally wanted to talk to him. No. She had always wanted to talk to him. She never had the courage to talk to him. The phone rang, rang, rang, rangand she got the machine.and her voice failed her. She hiccupped and hung up. She had failed herself. Had failed him. NO. NEVER. The words screamed in her mind. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She punched in the numbers again.and this time, she only spoke hesitantly to the machine.and he picked up. After all those years, she heard his voice, and her heart broke. It cracked and crumbled and broke, and she herself dissolved into tears. And so did he. They cried together. They let everything go and cried and pleaded for forgiveness from each other. And they forgave and cried more. They had years to look forward to. She was me.and he.is daddy.