"Hey, it's Violet, sorry I missed your call, leave a message!" Finally the ringing had stopped. I had begun to wonder if it was just from the pounding headache in the front of my skull.
It was only moments later before the ring began again and I was forced to swing my hand over to the receiver.
"Hey, dad."
"Oh hello sweetie. I'm so glad you're awake!"
"Haha well I dont have much of a choice when you call the home phone."
"How have you been, how's the weather?"
"Well, I just woke up in a pool of sweat. Combined with the intense humidity I don't think my sheets will ever be dry."'
"Oh Violet, always the pessimism. How's your brother?"
"Who knows. We get along and hangout, but that's about it.
"Typical. Well, i just wanted to call and remind you how much i love you!"
"Love you too dad, talk to you later."
click.
I didn't set out to be a "daddy's girl." Something about my father's voice makes you want it to tell you that it loves you. Maybe it's his sincerity or even his sense of humor, but either way my dad and I have been best friends since as long as I can remember.
However, something that my father's voice cant do is cure a hangover. It was time for my second daily ritual, going back to bed. Good night sun. Or good morning...
