Dylan, 2 years young.
This happens.
Dylan gets daughter Erin’s phone and Facetimes me. (He’s two and
a half years young.) I see only his forehead on the telephone screen.
“Dylan is that you? I can’t see your eyes,” I say.
He moves the phone, now I see his eyes, his nose, and
part of his mouth. I ask, “Are you calling me?”
“Yeah.”
That’s it. He says yeah and we sit there just breathing,
being together for a minute, maybe two.
Then he presses the red end-call button and he's gone without saying goodbye.
That convention has yet to be learned, just like I have my own little lessons to work on.
Then he presses the red end-call button and he's gone without saying goodbye.
That convention has yet to be learned, just like I have my own little lessons to work on.
