“You seem sad.”
He looked up and tried to bring some brightness into his eyes.
“I’m ok. Honestly.”
She broke into a grin. “Good! Because I’m great. Amy called and we made up.”
He let out a large breath and his grin matched hers. “That’s great news sweetheart. You’re still grounded though.”
“I know. But is it ok if I see Amy tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
His heart felt impossibly light as she ran upstairs. He had always absorbed the feelings of his children and worn them like a weight.
He could only ever be as happy as his unhappiest child.
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