Fifty Missed Calls, One Funeral
Language: en
My daughter was in the operating room fighting for her life, and I made fifty phone calls. Ethan Foster didn't answer a single one. When someone finally picked up, his first love's saccharine voice came through: "Mr. Foster is cutting cake for my dog right now. Call back later." In the background, I heard Ethan's gentle voice coaxing: "Good boy. Eat this piece of meat, and then let daddy hold you." He played father to a dog, but refused to spare a single glance for his own daughter. When my daughter's eyes closed for the last time, her little hand still clutched the card she'd drawn…