The Uphill Slide

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On the Phone

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The phone rang at 6:47 PM. Caleb asked, “Mommy?”

“No,” I answered.

“Jake?”

As I picked it up and ignored the call from a 570 area code, I said; “No, not Jake.”

That is the way my grandson knows his uncle, as the phone call to me every night. My friend asked today, “Is your son ever going to see his son?”

“I don’t know.” Maybe someday some stranger will approve a son and father seeing each other.

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