He knocked on the door, then knocked again. The door opened, an old woman: "Who is there?".
He sighed: "It's me mom, Cal".
She approached and hugged him: "You've grown, my little one". He entered, sat on the chair and said: "I'll stay for a while if I don't bother you". She said: "Of course you won't bother me, the house lacks some noise".
He entered his room, looking at his things, at the walls, smiling with bitterness and remembering his childhood. He goes down to have dinner for the first time in years, then sleeps on a bed, not a sofa, like a normal human.. right? But he remembered something, his heart started beating strongly, in total shock he said in a calm tone: "Mom, did you change the phone number?". She said to him: "No, I waited for you to call but you didn't, I know you are busy". His heart beat so hard he could hear it from his ears.. he continued: "Did anyone call before?". She said to him: "No, no one did". He went slowly, cut the phone line, sat on his bed, finally breathed.