By Tara Overzat
Imagine yourself on the phone with someone you haven’t spoken with in a long time. You’ve missed this person, and she gives every indication of having missed you, too. Before you know it, past transgressions have melted away and you enthusiastically tell this person everything that has been going in your life – school, work, relationships. She seems happy to hear all of this. She seems different. Changed. A person trying to better her life.
You get off the phone and shout to the rooftops about the positive change in this woman’s life and how proud you are of her. You are on top of the world. You even plan to call her tomorrow to see how you can help.
You wake up the next day to a missed phone call at the wee hours of the morning. A long voicemail awaits.
You click “play” on your phone and the voice, while familiar, is not the one you heard last night. It is cold, full of disgust. She asks for a “favor,” one that would do you harm. You are numb. As you re-animate, it feels as though there are a thousand glass shards inside your body.
You shower and go to work anyway. Smile anyway. Chat anyway. But the pain just doesn’t go away. Every so often, tears jump into your eyes, but you blink them away. Maybe it’s just the dry air in the office.
How can someone manipulate a child’s love without any remorse?