Jack was asleep in the chair, dreaming when the phone rang. It was the first time in the whole day he felt sort of relaxed. Today had been his father’s funeral. The sorrow that tormented him had been exhausting. He couldn't stop blaming himself on the distance that he and his father had this past 3 years. He realized that the reason that kept them apart was stupid. Half asleep he answered the call.
He was expecting to hear his mother’s sobs or his sister whining. Jack was ready to say the same words that he had been saying the whole morning: "Don't be sad, he had a great life, you made him happy, don't be sad". He paralyzed when a calm, steady and deep voice said: “Hello, my son”.
Jack was speechless. A teardrop fell from his cheek. The voice waited for an answer. Jack’s mind gathered lots of wasted opportunities to talk to his father, to apologize about th several fights they had. He tried to say something but his thoughts came out as babbling.
“I love you, son” whispered the voice softly.
“I love you too, dad” replied Jack.
His own words made him wake up. It was a dream. There he was, with his mourning dress, feeling miserable.
Then, the phone rang.