Voicemail

Son → Mom

Mother's Day · Rnb

Mom, I know I'm bad at calling back. You leave me these long voicemails — the neighbors, whether I'm eating enough, something you saw on the news — and I always mean to call right back, then the week just swallows me. But I've never deleted a single one. When it gets too quiet out here, I'll play an old one just to hear you. Your voice is the most "home" thing I've got. So keep 'em coming, okay? Love you, Mom.

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Background

Marcus is 26 and moved across the country for work. His mom Lisa never took to texting, so instead she leaves him voicemails — two minutes about the dog, the weather, what she's making for dinner. He doesn't always call right back, but he's never deleted a single one; some nights he just replays the old ones. For Mother's Day he wanted her to know her voice is what home sounds like now, and he said it in a warm R&B song.

Message

Mom, I know I'm bad at calling back. You leave me these long voicemails — the neighbors, whether I'm eating enough, something you saw on the news — and I always mean to call right back, then the week just swallows me. But I've never deleted a single one. When it gets too quiet out here, I'll play an old one just to hear you. Your voice is the most "home" thing I've got. So keep 'em coming, okay? Love you, Mom.

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