It was a line from a movie. I think.
It was in one of the last few movies that I watched. I think.
I searched, and searched, and searched trying to find the source. The Source, damn it. What was the source?
No luck.
But it goes something like this.
Father talking to Mother about 20-something Son. “I see so much of him in me, but he’s a better version.”
I grab my iPhone and send Mom and Son a text.
The same Son whose hand is never far from his iPhone. Texting, and Texting and Texting his Friends.
Yet…he rarely replies to any of my texts. And, almost never, no let’s say, Never, replies to any of my emails that I flip to him that I’m sure would be of interest. Who does email anymore Dad?
He stays far enough away, but not too far away from the hand that pays for his Data Plan every month. The same AT&T Data Plan that sends his Father the itemized bill with a line by line detail of the hundreds (thousands?) of texts that he sends to Others every month.
And, This, irritates me. Continue reading “Father & Son. Family Time.”
