The 8:00 call I got was from a 3-year old boy saying "I Love You" countless times. He said that he cried waking up without his dada, and he mentioned something about an alligator, probably a culprit in his dream. He said "I miss you" and was very talkative about future plans of us playing the Chicken Little Game. I said "I love you" and he replied with "I LOve youuuuuuuu" prolonging and emphasizing the vowel at the end. Then he said good bye and switched off the phone.
I was outside the office and I realized that it really is a lovely day. I smiled and the clouds seemed to smile back in unison.
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