Last December

Last December I called you. You, who I haven’t heard from in over twenty years. You, who hasn’t thought to call. Does that mean that you didn’t think of me? Me, your only daughter. Last December three days after Christmas I saw you. You looked so old, the years that had passed were evident on your face. The lines around your eyes made you look so sad. Last December I hugged you. You hugged me back. As I held onto you I felt like a child again and felt safe. I trusted your embrace. Last December I told you that I loved you. You said it too. I had never heard you utter those words before. (Did you mean it?) Last December I was happy.