A Mother’s Attempts
Every day, I picked up the phone, dialing Sarah’s number. The line would ring, and my heart would leap, but she’d never answer.
“It’s Mom,” I’d say, hoping she’d listen to the voicemail. I talked about the weather, shared stories, anything to keep a connection.
But her silence was louder than any words, each unanswered call another reminder of the growing distance.
I longed for the days we’d laugh together over nothing.