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Quiet Connections of Father and Daughter
find comfort in the unsaid through simple calls and shared moments.
The phone rang just after she finished clearing the dishes. She let it ring twice before picking it up, already knowing who it was.
“Hey, Dad,” she said, a little tired but smiling.
“Hey, Beta,” his voice came through, calm and familiar. “How was your day?”
She stretched her neck, feeling the weight of the long hours. “Busy,” she said with a soft sigh. “Same old stuff. How about you?”
“Same here,” he replied. She could hear the low hum of the TV in the background. “Made too much soup again. I’m gonna be eating it for a week.”
She laughed softly. “Sounds like you.”
“Yeah, well, at least it’s easy.” He paused for a moment. “How are you holding up?”
His question was simple, but it always felt like he was asking more than just about her job. She let out a breath, thinking for a second. “I’m good. Just… tired, you know? Feels like I’m doing the same thing every day.”
He was quiet for a moment, then spoke softly. “I hear you. Life gets like that sometimes. But you’re doing alright, right?”
“Yeah… I guess,” she said, looking out the window. “Just feels like I’m running in circles…