I am like this every time I call him. There’s rage there. There’s pain. But, I always. Always. Just put it all aside. I’d called earlier, got the voicemail. Was quite happy about that, but… thought about it and said I should try again. There will always be pain. Mainly because I don’t really open up. It’s hard. It seems pointless to do so.

But, I’m glad I called again. It made his evening. And, I’m quite all right with that.

Quite all right, indeed.

Thank you, Anna.

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