I remember when I was the twinkle in my daddy's eyes.
Then he left one day without saying goodbye
– Heidi A. Hopson
"I called your dad." I watched Mr Dawson's lips move in that slow motion, underwater sound type of way:
I caaaaaaaaallllleeeeeeddd youuuuurrrrr daaaaaaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddd
"You what?" I repeated, staring at him like I didn't understand the English language anymore.
At this point, I really don't.
Mrs Dawson was there, observing my reaction and realizing what her husband had just done to my reality. He'd transported me into an alternative universe. A universe where my father was reachable.
"You have his number?" I asked, trying to keep the question casual.
I was melting. I couldn't even tell if there was a smile on my face and, if there was, it must've looked like the world's fakest clown smile.
Mr Dawson stared at me like I was too slow to understand, "That's what I said. I called him."