The missed call

My phone rang once and went silent.It was my younger brother. I called immediately, but it was switched off.

That night I couldn't sleep . I kept imagining the worst . In the morning I borrowed matatu transport and travelled home still asking myself alot of questions. When I arrived everyone looked surprised to me.

My brother laughed and said, I only wanted to ask if you still have the old charger I left with you. My phone died b4 you called back. I smiled but I'm inside I felt foolish.

As I prepared to leave, my mother quickly handed me a small envelope. Inside was the money she had been saving little by little from selling vegetables.

I had travelled home bcoz of fear, bt I returned carrying something far more valuable than money. The reminder that even when life feels lonely, someone is silently thinking, praying and doing their best to keep me going.