Another night. Another dream about dad.

I've been dreaming about him for over a week now.  I haven't even spoken to him in almost five years.  Why in the world is this coming up now?

In the dream he doesn't say anything.  Not because he doesn't want to.  His lips are sewn shut...but his eyes they plead with me.  He's begging me.

Why is he begging me?  I have no idea.  I wake up when the tears start streaming from his eyes.

Should I call him?  I've still got the house number, and when they left, they left me a calling card.  Which still has all the minutes on it.

Maybe I should give it a try.

Maybe not.