I was wandering around IKEA on Monday night and decided to get a little something to eat when my phone rang. It was my daughter.
Something was wrong. I could hear it in her voice, but she said all was OK in her world. We talked for a few minutes and I asked if I could call her back. I was in the restaurant part and really didn’t want to have that conversation with people around me.
I quickly finished my food and called her back. No answer. I tried again. Same result. OK, Dad’s getting a little more concerned.
I was checking into my hotel room and apparently I missed a call from her. No answer from me this time. Finally, we were able to hook up.
She told me she was back home, at her mother’s house. I thought she was teasing me and I asked her to put Carol on the phone. She did. Then I knew there really was something wrong.
I don’t want to go into specifics, but she’ll be OK. We had a chance to talk for a little while.
I’m going to leave the office a little early today (my office is 138 miles from my home and I go in two days a week) so we can get together to watch American Idol together. It’s something we can share. I just want to be with her and comfort her. I think that might make Dad feel better, too.