Every week I call home to talk to my parents.
Every week I have nothing to say other than that everything is fine. No news, as they say, is good news.
They have almost nothing to say either, except that everything is fine.
And yet, the weekly call is important, not only to them but to me.
Maybe words aren't everything...
Every week I have nothing to say other than that everything is fine. No news, as they say, is good news.
They have almost nothing to say either, except that everything is fine.
And yet, the weekly call is important, not only to them but to me.
Maybe words aren't everything...
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