<Phone rings> * I secretly hope for voicemail so I can sing him a happy birthday message the way I used to when I was 13, but a las he picks up.
Me: Hi dad!
Dad: How you doing hija?
Me: Good dad, happy birthday!
Dad: Gracias hija. What are you doing?
Me: Working on the computer like always. What are you doing? It’s your big day. 58 huh?
Dad: Just staying at home….yeah, 58.
Me: Well, I’m glad you’re okay.
Dad: (cont’d) Are you in San Francisco?
Me: No, I’m still in Utah.
Me: Well, we better start planning what you want to do for your 60th, that’s a big celebration! (Slapping my head after realizing it’s two years from now) We should start planning. (Rubbing my eyebrows)
Dad: Haha, okay. Well, thanks for calling.
Dad: I have you in my heart, but I don’t call, I know. But you’re always in my heart.
Me: It’s okay. I guess I got that from you. I don’t call either. It’s so unnatural, the phone…
Dad: I know. I love you hija.
Me: Love you too dad.
Dad: Okay, bye bye!
Me: Bye! (He coughs over my bye and I hang up).
I walk up the steps from my basement apartment. My Taiwanese roommates are cooking up a storm. I go to the fridge and grab a beer. Another year. I wonder how I can make up for it next year? Hmmm.