She was in a better mood. I picked her up from school in a flurry of spray and windscreen wipers and got her home for a regulation lunch of chicken goujons, pasta and veg. Halfway through the meal I leant down to say something to her about broccoli and she kissed me firmly on the nose.
“Daddy, I love you” she said. And as a grin crept across my features “I like your face … and I like your voice”.
The grin is still there.
A difficult job at the best of times
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