Mom’s Desperate Call
My mother was pacing about like she was attempting to wear a hole in the floor, her phone placed firmly to her ear. Her voice was wild, but I maintained my distance, pretending that the world outside was more interesting. Meanwhile, my phone was pinging incessantly. Every notification brought another message—not from her, but from anxious friends and ignorant family. My inbox was overflowing, yet despite the chaos, I remained mute. I had my own strategy, and it was going precisely as I hoped.
Mom’s Desperate Call
The Simple Message
One text in particular stuck out from the rest. It said, ‘Please come home.’ But that’s not where I belonged anymore. That house has long lost its meaning as a home. I took a deep breath and dialed the number of Marie, the lawyer who had become my lifeline. ‘Time to finalize the transfer,’ I told her. They may beg and plead, but this was my choice, and it was set in stone.
The Simple Message
