Thought Catalog

Family

Late-Night Phone Calls

“I’m not that tired. Besides, I’m talking to you.”

“So I’m your shot of caffeine?” she teased. She froze when she realized how flirty that sounded. In fact, the whole conversation had a playful undertone. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

To My Dad (Who Broke My Heart)

To My Dad (Who Broke My Heart)

You broke my heart each time you looked at my mom with hate in your eyes. I felt like all of the hate was directed at me. You thought you hid it well, but I saw it every time.