In case you missed it: a post from earlier this year
“I need to call my son,” Mara said. “I want to make sure he knows I’m here,” she explained.
I sighed and thought a moment, turning to look at Mara. Her eyes were big and full of anxiety. Her son had died a couple years ago, but she could not remember that.
She looked at me with a sense of hope.
“Can I call him, please?” she asked again.
“Sure, come to my office,” I said, motioning to the door.
I checked to make sure that my cell phone was on silent and dialed my own number from the desk phone. I listened to my own recorded voice message. “Hi, you’ve reached Rachael…” my recorded voice said.
After my personal message had finished, I handed Mara the phone.
“Sounds like it went to voicemail,” I nodded. “Why don’t you leave him a message so that he can call us back?”
Mara took the phone from me. “Hi Rick…can you come pick me up?” she asked. “I’m here and I’m really anxious. I can’t wait to see you,” Mara finished.
She hung up the phone and looked at me. “Thanks, hon. I feel a little better now,” she nodded.
