There is one person that called me more often than any other.
The conversations were filled with unremarkable checks on my wellbeing, or so I thought.
Then one day, the calls stopped. Then I realised they were conversations of love.
The numbers are still stored on my phone. They just do not connect anymore.
Oh, how I crave those calls now. I do not need words. I just want to hear him breathing.
Cherish the calls, messages, broadcasts, and notifications from loved ones. One day, they will stop without notice.
The good news is what would never stop is the conviction that they loved and love you, in spite of you.
I love you, dad.
– Osasu Oviawe