wow
When I was 9 years old my Father left Italy (where we were) to go back to America and work. My mom, brother and I went back as well 2 months later. I never cried when he left. I never cried talking to him on the phone. But when I saw him in the LAX airport when he came to pick us up, I fell apart. I cried for like 24 hours straight. I remember him picking me up in the parking structure and carrying me to the car because I was crying so hard I seriously fell over. And they were tears of joy.
Tonight some weird number called my phone and I decided to pick up.
"Hi"
"Hi"
"who is this?"
"who is THIS?"
"ummm you called me."
**silence**
**I reflect on the voice I just heard**
"WHAT!?! VINCE! IS THIS VINCE?!?! VINCE IS THIS YOU!!!!???!!!"
He tried to go on to convince me it wasn't him but I already knew it was.
I started crying and I just couldn't stop. I haven't talked or heard from him in like a month because of the stupid military.
My cup runneth way over.
Tonight some weird number called my phone and I decided to pick up.
"Hi"
"Hi"
"who is this?"
"who is THIS?"
"ummm you called me."
**silence**
**I reflect on the voice I just heard**
"WHAT!?! VINCE! IS THIS VINCE?!?! VINCE IS THIS YOU!!!!???!!!"
He tried to go on to convince me it wasn't him but I already knew it was.
I started crying and I just couldn't stop. I haven't talked or heard from him in like a month because of the stupid military.
My cup runneth way over.