I am sitting on bed.
My father is beside me.
I’m calling her. I’m doing my best to not utter anything personal.
She’s in happy mood. She wants to talk more.
Please!! Sshh.. I’m with my father.
She wants to listen something.
I don’t know why I’m still on bed. I cannot move.
Is father listening my conversation??
She’s talking a lot. She is a stubborn kid.
I woke up. Ohh.. That was a dream. Weird. Useless. I’m smiling. I’m blushing. I’m missing her.