In the 365 days that make up each year less that I get with my father, I regret to confess that on 300 of them, "Hi dad. Bye Babes." is the only conversation we exchange. Make that 300 and 30. It's been like this ever since I started accounting for my age in two digits. Once in a while, the occasional, "The internet is not working", "the car needs petrol", and the "what eggs for breakfast?" wiggle their way in. The devil's share heavily out-weighs the angel's.
For years, I've hoped this would change. For years, change has hoped I'd take the initiative. Let's hope that this year, change and I will make a compromise so that I can at least fill a chapter of pages in my brain with meaningful conversation with a person who I respect, admire and in silence, love.
