They fumbled plenty. Far too excited for your sixth grade play, oblivious to your broken heart. And now that your need for them is over, helpless and lame—they can’t seem to stop. They should see you as the adult you’ve become. Instead, they look at you and see their whole world. Maybe they’ll never understand you. Maybe you know the life you want, and maybe you’re already leading it. Then you have nothing to lose. How about giving them a call?
