What would I do to hear him call me Daddy again, to trust me again. He is just staring at the picture that I sent him and now I can’t really read his expression. It looks like a mix of emotions to me.
I saw him get up and pull something out of his draw. At first I couldn’t make out what it was but then I realized it was a pair of scissors. He was gonna cut the picture up. He couldn’t break my heart like that I decided quickly and irrationally to stop him.
I picked up my cell phone and dialed the Hanson’s number. As it rang it startled my little son and I saw him stare at the phone almost as if he knew it was me. He finally broke his stare from the phone and went back to the picture. After a few rings someone picked up, “Is Zac there?” I asked.
“Sure hold on.” I head them call his name.
He stopped completely and dropped the scissors, “What?” he yelled as he got off his bed.
“Phone,” I watched him pick up the phone as he took a deep breath.
“Hello,” he said and I heard the click of the other phone. I knew we were the only ones on the line.
“Don’t you dare cut up that picture!”