Growing up, Charles Frank always believed that his family never recorded any home videos.
Then one day, his mum, Dawn Evans, called to voice her frustrations with transferring the old family footage to a hard drive.
Charles, now a Brooklyn-based filmmaker was anxious to see the footage so offered a helping hand.
While there hadn’t been a particular falling out within his family, Charles had noticed a sense of disconnect over the years.
“I watched every clip, end to end. I cried, I laughed and then I wondered what happened? Why aren’t we as connected as we used to be?”
He also discovered 38 unopened voicemails on his phone from his mum.
As he started listening, he began to feel mixed feelings of guilt and gratitude…
“Hi, Charles. It’s Mum. I want you to know I tried to buy you a shirt today, and I spent probably a good 40 minutes … The thing is, I find a shirt and I like the color, but then it was too big or too wide or too bright or too whatever. And I never found the right shirt. Just wanted to let you know that, OK? Love you. Bye.”
“Hello, dear one. This is your mother. I’m calling to see how today went and say hi. Nothing important. I was just thinking about you — I’m cooking, and I was thinking how much you would like this recipe. It’s butternut risotto. Bye.”
“Hi, it’s Mum calling, Charles. The fact that it went straight to voicemail tells me that you’re very busy, so I guess I won’t bother you. Say hi to Nico.”
So Charles made a short film, hoping to inspire his audience to reflect on their own relationship with their mother… a reminder not to overlook the gift of unconditional love.
“Friendships and family work the same way. I am so grateful that my mother let me go, and I hope that she sees this film as a step toward my return”.