I'm busy, mom..❤️ Her words stayed in the quiet room long after the call ended. The house felt heavier somehow, like silence had weight. She stared at her phone, wondering when simple conversations became interruptions. Maybe he really was busy, maybe life just moved on without her noticing. Still, she missed the days when he talked without rushing, when her voice felt important, not something to hang up on quickly. She put the phone down and sat with the quiet again..❤️