I blinked. “He talked to you?”
“Not like that. Just in the dream.”
I hung the drawing on the fridge.
There are days I wonder if I made it all up. If the phone was a weird prank or just my brain trying to make sense of a second chance.
But then I see my dad laughing at dinner with Claire. Or Arlo dancing around in his turtle costume. Or Claire, holding my hand in the parking lot after a long day.
And I know.
Sometimes, life gives you warnings. And if you listen—really listen—you get to rewrite the ending.
You don’t need a magic phone to start over.
You just need to say yes to what really matters.
So if you’re reading this, maybe take the long way home today. Call someone you’ve been putting off. Apologize. Forgive. Hug your nephew. Start over. It’s never too late.
And hey—if a flip phone ever rings with your future on the other end… maybe pick it up.
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