“I said, glancing through the doorway to make sure Dad wasn’t going to walk in on me. Not that it would be a big deal, but I still didn’t want to risk it. “Hello, Marisol.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I have missed you, Mari Cherry.” I was so relieved to hear from him that I almost wanted to cry. “Me too, Fin. Me too. I don’t know what was up with me. Maybe there’s a full moon or something, but I just had this overwhelming need to hear your voice. ...I’ve been going nuts.” I stirred the pasta and held the phone between my ear and shoulder so I had my hands free. “I know, I know. How was your day?” I hadn’t told him about Mom’s official diagnosis. I didn’t really want to, but I knew I should. “Well, my mom is sick. She’s got Alzheimer’s and dementia. It’s moving pretty fast, and it’s been . . . it’s been rough. I feel so shitty, Fin. For not being there. For being such a pain in the ass. I feel like this is my punishment or something for being a shitty daughter all these years.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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