There are stories we hear, and then there are stories that stay with us long after the screen goes dark. This is one of those stories. In this heartbreaking short novel from Sethtra Publishing, we follow the quiet, invisible love of a father who never asked for anything—not money, not gifts, not even time. All he ever wanted was the sound of his son’s voice. And when life grew busier, colder, and faster, he found a way to hold onto the little moments his son didn’t even know he was giving.
This story begins on a night when the world refuses to pause—a night when a son learns too late what love had been silently protecting him all along. As he goes through his father’s belongings after the funeral, he discovers an old phone and a faded notebook. Inside are dozens of saved voice recordings—small fragments of conversations he barely remembers, each one preserved like a fragile treasure. And on each page of the notebook, his father had written gentle notes about their calls: short, simple, deeply human.
Through these recordings, the son begins to see the truth: the father he thought he had “no time for” had been building his own quiet archive of love. Suddenly, the rushed goodbyes, the impatient replies, the missed calls—they take on a new weight. This is a story of regret, of love realized too late, of the heavy silence left behind when someone who loved us unconditionally is gone.
But it is also a story of awakening. Standing by the same riverside where his father once took him at dawn, the son understands something he never noticed before—the river that whispered secrets was really a father who always waited, always hoped, always forgave. And in that moment, he makes a promise: not to repay the past, but to love better now.
If you still have someone waiting for your voice, call them today. Life doesn’t pause. People don’t stay forever. And one day, the smallest things—an old phone, a notebook, a recording—might become the most precious memories you have left.
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