My mother used to never call, and it hurt my feelings.

"It makes me feel like you don't care. You almost never call, and when you do call, it's only when you need something."

"I feel like a nuisance, intruding in your life. I wait until I can find an excuse to talk to you."

"I understand, but it is still painful. Here's a new reason. You're my mother, and I want to talk with you."

My mom called today. "Just to talk."

"You're not alone."

"I know, I know, Halley. The grand cosmos is full of unimaginable wonders. "

"Your sarcasm is really coming along, but I meant, I'm here."

"You're not here, here."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You have your own path. You're here for a while, and then you're gone again, and I'm alone again."

"I always come back."

"Yes, but for how long?"

"Well...we're part of the same galaxy, so I imagine I'll be around for a while. Besides, it's not just me that's here. What are there, like 83 of you? Where is this coming from?"

"I just feel like it's all pointless. Just spinning around this god-forsaken gas ball. There isn't even life here. And like you said, there are 83 of us. Why do I even need to be here?"

"I mean, most planets don't have life. Doesn't make being a moon any less meaningful."

"I don't know...I have water. Just seems I ought to be doing more...more than just spinning."

"We're all spinning on different routes."

"I suppose so."

"You're doing great."

"Thanks."