That nigth when paul got home from school,he called his dad. The call went to voicemail after ringing seven or eigth times. Paul had heard his dad's answering machine message more times than he cared to remember, but this time things were different. When it ended,he would say what he really felt. When the phone beeped,paul began talking:"dad,it's paul. I can't go to the stadium with you next weekend. I've got a lot of homework to catch up on.also,i don't really want to spend another day looking out the window and waiting.when you break plans with me, dad,it hurts me,and i'm sick of getting hurt. It's not late to rebuild our relationship,but we're going to have to start salart small.maybe you can help me with my homework sometime or something. Dad, i love you, but that's how i feel