Dylan, 2 years
Dylan gets daughter Erin’s phone and Facetimes me. I see only his forehead on the telephone screen.
“Dylan is that you? I can’t see your eyes.”
He moves the phone. I see what is in the photograph - his eyes, nose, and
part of his mouth. I ask, “Are you calling me?”
“Yeah.”
That’s it. We sit there just breathing,
being together for a minute, maybe two.
Then he presses the red end-call button and he's gone.
Then he presses the red end-call button and he's gone.
