Calling Amy

I stare at the phone It has been seven years Every time I see her name I feel guilty Can I do this? I said I would. We both love the same person, she and I. Her mother, my sister. I put the phone down. An hour later I send her a text. I receive one back. I type out thank you. She types out you are welcome. It is a start. She is my niece. Six hours later I pick up the phone. Do you want to talk to the worst aunt in the world? She says pardon me. I begin to talk. We laugh. We cry. Forty nine minutes later we are close again. “I love talking to you, Aunt C.” “I loved talking to you too,” I told her. I was not lying So God did have a plan today. When my sister asked me to call my niece. Go team God!