A two year old calls

Dylan, 2 years 

Dylan gets daughter Erin’s phone and Facetimes me. I see only his forehead on the telephone screen.

“Dylan is that you? I can’t see your eyes.”

He moves the phone. I see what is in the photograph - his eyes, nose, and part of his mouth. I ask, “Are you calling me?”


That’s it. We sit there just breathing, being together for a minute, maybe two.

Then he presses the red end-call button and he's gone.