Family call

Hello, hello. Nobody answered, i said to my husband hanging on the phone. A wrong number, surely, he said. Yes, it doesn’t matter, i told him while i turned the lights off trying to fall asleep. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. Hello, hello. Nobody answered again. I told you, a wrong number, just forget it, he said. Yes, you are right, i’m over, and the best thing i can do is to go to sleep immediately.

I tidied my body on the bed, and closed my eyes. But it wouldn’t be easy to reach the sleeping after those calls, and i knew that. Instead of sleeping i was keeping awake thinking about it. Should i say, thinking about the person who had phoned. It hadn’t been a wrong number as my husband had said. I was sure that something was wrong but in a different way.


I had a worst relationship with phone calls you had ever imagined for a long time. In spite of the fact that i was always trying to think, there was no reason for such a feeling, i went on getting nervous when the phone sounded. During ten years my telephone had rang calling for many emergency assistances. My mom’s illness and her death, her mom’s illness and death, and so on…Whatever was wrong, my phone used to ring immediately. It was very difficult to find good news by phone. So was to expect it. My father kept still alive insisting on calling me whenever family’s misfortune happened. He was the only person from my family who used to call me and that was the only reason he found to do it. But he didn’t use to call without telling me the message. Manners, maybe. So, he couldn’t be the person who had called. Thinking about all of that, at last i fell asleep, and had a dream.


I was at home with my husband and my son. Even though i didn’t see them, i knew they were there. Tom, a cousin of my husband was working in my bookcase, trying to put something right. He had left his cell phone on the living-room table. It began to ring. I answered the call -curious! I have said I hate phone calls. Anyway, the mother of my husband was at the other end. She had been talking with Tom, for sure, and she went on with their chat. She was complaining about something related with doctors, they hadn’t treated her in the right way. I asked her what she was talking about. When she realized she was talking with me she hung on immediately. So, i went where Tom was working and told him about the call. He said it seems she doesn’t love you. Yes, she doesn’t love me, of course- obvious comment!
I came back to the living room. It was full of people. Should i say familiar people. I knew everybody there. They had come to give me condolences because of my father death. There were some friends of my husband parents, some women who had been friends of my mother when she was alive and some old grand uncles. I said the living-room was completely full. Suddenly I remembered my grandma. I didn’t know anything about her. I asked an old aunt about her. She hadn’t talked with her. Nobody had talked with her. So i said, oh! she didn’t talk with anybody during the last twenty four hours, how is it possible? Obviously she was dead too.


I received the new about my father’s death by that phone call. The morning that followed my dream someone, at last, decided to leave me the message. I can’t remember who really was.


The fog of his presence would disappear sooner or later