This is all too familiar to me. I have a wonderful daughter who is also my best friend. I love that she texts me every morning to let me know that she’s arrived at work safely. And I always enjoy her call to me when she is leaving work to tell me about her day and ask about mine. I always look forward to hearing her voice —except— when I am concentrating on my writing and in my own world not realizing that anything or anyone exists — and then the phone rings. And I am furious.