Hello? How are you?

Sorry, the number you called in not in use.

The automatic operator greeted me when I dialled my father's mobile number.

How can that be? How could the number not be in use? How?

It took me a few minutes to realise that of course this is possible because I was the one to call in to the provider 2 years ago to terminate the service when Dad passed away. How could that slip my mind?

It felt like a slap on the face. Tears swamped my eyes before I could react. Why am I still holding to the belief that my father will pick up the phone when I called him to bitch about my life?

Hello? Baby? How are you?

I'm good, Dad. How are you?

Never been better.

That's all I want to know, Dad.

How's life for you, baby?

The usual, you know. Life is falling into place. Job after graduation. Ha ha hopefully to earn big bucks.

Sound fantastic then.

Dad.

Yah?

I miss you. I miss you so badly.

So do I baby.

When can I see you again?

I don't know, baby. But when you look hard enough, I am always around. Till then, take good care of yourself.

I will, you too. Good bye.

I hate saying GoodBye. Why is it so hard to say goodbye? Why can't life be the same like when we are young? Why can't we always run home to seek refuge when events in our lives turned out bad?











No dial tone.