Falling through time

One evening in August I decided to call my dad to just say "whats up?". My mother and my father are divorced, so I go and visit my dad every other weekend. Most of the time the only way that I have contact with my dad besides the times that I visit him is to call him or to email him. So as I was saying I was calling him then I herd the phone ring and he picked up."Hi this is Chris.",he said.I said,"Hi dad!" He said, "Oh, hi Katie, how are you?" I said,"I am good, how are you?" "I am good," he replied.

I asked,"How are Heidi and Donovan?" Heidi is my soon to be step-mother and Donovan is my soon to be step-brother. Donovan is five year old boy who is a nice and is smart for his age. He is also very creative and is fun to be around. He said,"They are ok. Have I told you what happend to Donovan?" "What?" I asked. My voice sounded concerned. He told me,"We were cleaning out the rest of the apartment when Donovan decided to take a seat on the window ledge.The window was open, and right as Heidi told him not to lean agenst the screen he did that very thing and the screen popped out and he fell down on to the rocks below." "What? Is he ok? Is he in a Hospital?" Now, my voice sounded scared. It felt like I was falling through time. Scenes from the time I had spent with him flashed before my eyes. He said,"He is ok. He has a broken arm and a fracture around his eye but other than that he is fine." "Dad, I love you but I need to go. Bye." He said, "Ok, bye." I hung up the phone. I am Christian, and right then I new that it was a miracle from God that he had not been hurt worse and had not died.