I felt a lump in my stomach.
“Yes. Whenever you want it.”
At eight o’clock, he called me.
Her voice was warmer than I had been waiting for, but cautious.
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Hi, Sarah.
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Hi, Emily.
A long silence followed. Then we both started to laugh embarrassed.
“I don’t know how this is done,” she said.
- Neither do I.
We talked for almost two hours. She told me about her childhood, Rebecca and the years when my father appeared and disappeared from their lives. He told me that he had loved him, but that he used to not rely on him.
“When I was a little girl, I thought I had to do something extraordinary to come,” she said. To get better grades, to win a contest, to be the best girl. Later I understood that it was not my responsibility to convince him to be a father.
I started to cry.
