My Children Disowned Me At Christmas, So I Gave Them An Envelope. The Next Day, I Woke Up To 67 Missed Calls

Sixty-Seven Missed Calls

I tapped the screen to wake it up, and my eyes widened in shock. The notification center was overflowing with alerts.

The number sixty-seven sat next to the missed call icon, a testament to their persistence. The names Mark, Sarah, and David repeated over and over in the list of recent activity.

They had called incessantly throughout the night, clearly in a state of absolute panic. The silence of my sleep had been their chaos.