On Tuesday I wrote about my stress-filled days at school. I actually scribbled this little overwhelming vent about a week ago in my notebook and decided to write it up. . . because it's true. Writing helps.
Later that evening, the phone rang. I checked the caller ID and it's my parents. I picked up the phone. I felt a pit in my stomach. We have set times to talk, otherwise it's back and forth via email. Why are they calling now?
"Hello?" Holding my breath.
"Hi, pumpkin --"
"What's wrong?" I quickly interrupted.
"I read your blog today."
"Is everything okay?"
"I wanted to tell you that I love you."
"Oh --" Tears filled my eyes.
"I just felt really bad and it seems that you had a tough day."
"Thanks Dad." A smile crept across my face.
And so, my dad, a man of few words, took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions. All because he loves me. Thank you Dad for reading my writing and knowing just when to call. I love you!