Mom, what’s the matter? Yesterday I had a voice mail from you. Sorry, couldn’t make a sense of it. Could catch only this part, though – I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye. Why had you called and sorry for what?
Honey, do you remember uncle Ben.
Yah! I remember…him. He had taken some money from me.
You had insisted so much so I had to. So, when is he returning my money?
You see…that’s why I had called you.
Ok, mom you sound serious. Is he giving me the money or not?
Sweetie, I’m sorry. He is no more. He died.
That’s bad! I mean I’m sorry. So how did it happen?
Few months back.
What! And you remembered it now.
Yes, I remembered it when I was looking at his photo. That’s why I had called you yesterday. You were not there so I left the message.
Mom, just to be sure…he was alone, right?
Yah, honey he was.
No sons, no daughters or any other relatives.
No… no one. I had never seen him with anyone. So, he was all alone. Poor soul.
Yah!poor soul. Ok, ma got to keep. Bye.
Bye honey. Take care.