It was supposed to be an ordinary afternoon — quiet, calm, unremarkable. The kind of day when nothing much happens. Until the phone rang.
Michael had just stepped out of a meeting when he decided to call home. He’d been on the road all week for work, traveling from city to city, missing his family more than he wanted to admit. His daughter, Emma, had just turned six. She loved answering the phone — it made her feel grown up.Family games
When her little voice came through the receiver, it instantly softened him. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said with a smile that reached his eyes. “How’s my favorite girl?”
“Hi, Daddy!” she chirped, the sound of crayons scraping paper faint in the background. “I’m drawing a picture for you! It’s Mommy and me and Uncle Paul in the garden.”
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