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March 30 2006
Midnight Phone Call We all know what it's like to get that phone call in the middle of thenight. This night's call was no different. Jerking up to the ringingsummons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my clock. Midnight.Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I grabbed the receiver. Hello?" My heart pounded; I gripped the phone tighter and eyed my husband, who wasnow turning to face my side of the bed. "Mama?" I could hardly hear thewhisper over the static. But my thoughts immediately went to my daughter.When the desperate sound of a young crying voice became clearer on theline,I grabbed for my husband and squeezed his wrist. "Mama, I know it's late, but don't...don't say anything, until I finish.Andbefore you ask, yes, I've been drinking. I nearly ran off the road a few miles back, and..." I drew in a sharp shallow breath, released my husband and pressed my handagainst my forehead. Sleep still fogged my mind and I attempted to fightback the panic. Something wasn't right. "And I got so scared. All I could think about was how it would hurt youifa policeman came to your door and said I'd been killed. I want..to comehome. I know running away was wrong. I know you've been worried sick. Ishould have called you days ago, but I was afraid...afraid..." Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into myheart.Immediately I pictured my daughter's face in my mind and my fogged sensesseemed to clear. "I think--" "No! Please let me finish! Please!" She pleaded, not so much in angerbutin desperation. I paused and tried to think of what to say. Before I could go on, shecontinued, "I'm pregnant, Mama.  I know I shouldn't bedrinking now...especially now, but I'm scared, Mama. So scared!" Thevoicebroke again and I bit into my lip, feeling my own eyes fill with moisture.I looked at my husband who sat silently mouthing, "Who is it?" I shook my head and when I didn't answer, he jumped up and left the room,returning seconds later with the portable phone held to his ear. She musthave heard the click in the line because she continued, "Are you stillthere? Please don't hang up on me! I need you. I feel so alone." I clutched the phone and stared at my husband, seeking guidance. "I'mhere,I wouldn't hang up," I said. "I know I should have told you, Mama. But when we talk, you just keeptelling me what I should do. You read all those pamphlets on how to talkabout sex and all, but all you do is talk. You don't listen to me. Younever let me tell you how I feel. It is as if my feelings aren'timportant.Because you're my mother, you think you have all the answers.  ButsometimesI don't need answers. I just want someone to listen" I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at thehow-to-talk-to-your-kidspamphlets scattered on my night stand. "I'm listening," I whispered. "You know, back there on the road, after I got the car under control, Istarted thinking about the baby and taking care of it. Then I saw thisphone booth and it was as if I could hear you preaching about peopleshouldn't drink and drive. So I called a taxi I want to come home." "That's good, Honey," I said as relief filled my chest. My husband camecloser, sat down beside me and laced his fingers through mine. I knewfromhis touch that he thought I was doing and saying the right thing. "Butyouknow, I think I can drive now." "No!" I snapped. My muscles stiffened, and I tightened the clasp on myhusband's hand. "Please, wait for the taxi. Don't hang up on me untilthetaxi gets there." "I just want to come home, Mama." "I know. But do this for your mama. Wait for the taxi, please." Ilistened to the silence in fear. When I didn't hear her answer, I bitintomy lip and closed my eyes. Somehow I had to stop her from driving. "There's the taxi, now." Only when I heard someone in the background asking about a Yellow Cab didIfeel my tension easing. "I'm coming home, Mama."There was a click and the phone went silent. Moving from the bed withtears forming in my eyes, I walked out into the hall and went to stand inmysixteen-year-old daughter's room. The dark silence hung thick. Myhusbandcame from behind, wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on thetopof my head. I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "We have to learn tolisten," I said. He pulled me around to face him. "We'll learn. You'll see." Then hetookme into his arms and I buried my head in his shoulder. I let him hold meforseveral moments, then I pulled back and stared back at the bed. Hestudiedme for a second, then asked, "Do you think she'll ever know she dialed thewrong number?" I looked at our sleeping daughter, then back at him. "Maybe it wasn'tsucha wrong number." "Mom, Dad, what are you doing?" The muffled young voice came from underthecovers. I walked over to mydaughter, who now sat up staring into the darkness. "We're practicing," Ianswered. "Practicing what?" she mumbled and laid back on the mattress, her eyesalready closed in slumber. "Listening," I whispered, and brushed a hand over her cheek.
meredith taylor
April 02 2006
Wow! that was a good story. it made me want to cry and then i was glad that she didn't let her drive home and i guess she saved another mom's daughter's life.