Guess who was on the phone? Bobito.
We had a completely normal conversation, the first since before his accident. He was lucid and most importantly, he was my daddy. I cried a little, I will admit. We talked about his progress in rehab, about how he's talking to a therapist for the first time in his life and that he actually feels good about it, he asked me about work and he talked about how mad Momdingo was because he now weighs less than her.
It was amazing.
There is a tiny voice in the back of my head warning me not to get too excited, telling me that things could change tomorrow, that he could go back to being combative, confused and delusional. But for now, I'm ignoring the voice. I need this little bit of happy news.
Today, Bobito is a...
