Rant & Raves

The phone rang.

She woke up, and woke him up.

He groaned. He looked at the clock.

God damn it. It’s 5 in the morning. Who the hell is calling at this hour?

He muttered to himself.

Hello.

Son?

He woke up that instant upon hearing his Mom’s voice over the other end.

Yes Mom.

You sleeping?

Yeah, its 5 in the morning here.

Okay. I am going to tell you something. Don’t panic okay?

His senses were picking up and he was wide awake.

Your Father has been admitted to the hospital an hour ago. The doctor said it is critical. Can you come back as soon as possible?

What? Why? When? What happened? I mean… Hospital? Why?

It’s heart attack. I cannot say much now. Just come back okay?

Okay.

He put the phone back to the receiver. He sat there, in the dark. His mind racing. He thought of the things needed to be done.

Honey, is everything okay? Who called at this hour? She asked.

Damn, I have midterm next Monday.

Huh? Is everything okay?

His mind was racing. He didn’t know what to do.

Father has been admitted to the hospital. Heart attack. Mom called to ask me to go back.

Oh dear. I am sorry to hear that. She hugged him from behind.

He felt a bit better.

He sat there until early in the morning. He rushed to class, informed all the lecturers about the condition, and get the exemptions for the midterm. He called his country’s airline counter at LAX, and he got really bad service.

Finally he managed to book a flight back home the next day flight at 230pm.

Then at night, he went to his friend’s house.

Dude, can you please cut my hair?

Why? Your hair is waist length and you have been keeping it for years. Why do you want to cut it now? His friend asked.

My Father is admitted to the hospital. Heart attack. He hates it when I keep long hair. So I am going back, I don’t want to kill him with my long hair.

His friend didn’t say another word but quickly took the scissors and started cutting his long thick hair.