My father always called me princess or angel, Carl called me flower. Every year he remembered my birthday, he would call and when I picked up he would say "happy birthday my flower". Then came that summer and the calls stopped, I only heard about him from friends for more than five years. Five years without him and five birthdays without his voice in my ear.
This spring he fell in love with Chloe and she fell in love with him. Something happened to them - I never asked what - and she moved here to be with me. When the fall came I thought about him and counted the days, he called me and I picked up and he said "happy birthday my flower", just like I wished he would.
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Oh! Sometimes I wonder, how u manage to bring melancholy and joy all in the span of a few lines. But you do it so well.
ReplyDeleteI love that sweet endearing name! Happy b-day!
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Your words hurt like poison, sometimes, but everything is still too beautiful I want to cry.
ReplyDeleteThose photos are so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Avy!
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loved the post avy..the emotions and feeling are so palpable...can feel them sitting at my home in kolkata....
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the call made you happy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes all you need is a phone call. Glad he finally made it after all those years of not. Happy Birthday Avy
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful how few kind words can completely change your day.
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I have a Carl out there somewhere, too. He used to call me darlin'
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