I hit the answer button, and just as he 'hello', Dad's voice came.
"Emmy, today is your birthday. Do you want to go home?"
she asked herself cautiously.
Go home? She was visibly stunned. It seemed to be the first time in over 20 years that her father had mentioned her birthday.
Grandma would give her a present every birthday before the accident, but like her father, she never seemed to give him a present.
She maybe she had already forgotten her birthday.
Like herself, she was ignored and occasionally forgotten.
She was used to it.
Now, when he called her to tell her about her birthday, she wasn't used to it, so she didn't react right away.
"Emmy,"
She called softly into the phone again: "Are you listening to me again?"
"Good,"
She finally regained her senses and quickly replied:
"Dad, I hear you."
"So, will you be back for dinner tonight?"
She asked again, and before she could answer, she said:
