I examined the potato in my hand carefully, rubbing some of the dirt of the earth from it.

Every product had to be safe, digestible and well cultivated.

"Excuse me, Miss Babushka?" George, a farm worker called out.

"How many times did I tell you to call me Nelly, George?" I say exasperated.

"Sorry, Miss, but there's a phone call for you." George held out the land phone set to me.

I grabbed it and pressed it to my ear with my free hand.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"It's me."

•••

I prayed to Allah to end all the suffering in the world, to save those in pain and give happiness to all as I finished Zuhr.

Religion gave me comfort and reasoning, two things I'd been missing for long.

My phone begun to ring as I placed the praying mat away.

The screen showed: unknown number.
I pressed the green button reluctantly.

"Hello?" I asked.

"It's me."

•••

The finishing touches of red had truly improved the whole drawing.

I stood back and admired my master piece, it was very pleasing.
The Royal Gallery is bound to put it on display.

The phone begun to ring, ruining my mood with it's 'My little Pony' theme song.

I pick it up, assuming it to be my faaaaather.

"Hello?" I say.

"It's me."