Saturday mornings was usually the same routine. Breakfast with Mom, Dad and Michael. We always ate at our favorite breakfast spot, GiGi’s that made these delicious cinnamon rolls. Since Dad works so much, it’s almost impossible to talk to him one on one any other day of the week but Saturday’s. Saturday mornings was our time. After we finished eating, Dad dropped us off back at home and took off for the rest of the afternoon and Mommy went for weekly hair appointment.
When we got back to the house, Mikey went to living room immediately and turned on the TV. From the kitchen I could hear the weekend video countdown intro come on. I peeped around the corner and saw he had his feet propped up on the coffee table steady making the volume rise on the TV . On the kitchen counter, the number 2 was flashing in red on our black answering machine. I looked at the caller id on the phone and scrolled. There were a couple of numbers I hadn’t seen before. Probably all calls for my Mikey, I thought.
“Aye, turn that down a minute, I gotta use the phone,” I yelled.
“It’s not even that loud Dee!” I rolled my eyes, snatching the phone off the charger and stomped all the way up stairs. I knew he wasn’t going to do what I said after the TV actually started going up louder when I hit the stairs. Slamming the door to my room, I plopped down on my bed. Scrolling through the caller ID, I spotted a number that looked halfway familiar and called it back. I inhaled deeply and held it, while pressing redial on the receiver. As the phone began ringing, my heart was beating so hard in my little chest. I was surprised he had kept good on his word.