The Last Call on The Broken Line

“Hello? Mother? Is it you? Please don’t hang up. Please. Listen. I won’t speak for long. I’m calling from a telephone booth. I gave my last coins. I’m sorry mother. I’ve spent it all. I’m ashamed to admit on what and where and who... God! Mother... I hear your breath. I can feel it’s warmth on my ear. I hear tears coming down your cheeks. Somewhere, through concrete and over the seas, I sense that your eyes are looking at me, and I feel ashamed. Please, don’t be angry with me. I’m sorry I didn’t call you... I... I am so sorry mother. Please... please, forgive me. I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore. I don’t know who I am, I only feel that once I “was”. Oh God! Mother... The line will cut off now... Goodbye. I’m glad I spoke to you... forgive me.”

“Son...”

The line cuts off.