Expectation

I did not recognize the number that flashed across my call-display. As is my habit, I prepared to ignore the call, but something about the never-ending number caught my attention. Giving in to my curiosity I answered with a "Hello?" And from the other end of the line - the other side of the world - came a crisp New Zealand accent. The oral form of communication, so essential to Maori culture, was now having its effect on me. Along with basic information, it carried a wave of excitement and a chill of trepidation.
It's real.
They're real.
They know we/I exist and are reaching out.
And we are now expected.