Kids Left :*-(

It’s always hard when the kids leave. Keith takes it hard, his daughter takes it hard, his son is harder to read, my daughter takes it hard, I’m sad.

Their mom called at 7:30pm. I answered.

P- Hello?

J- Hi

P- Hi

J- This is J

P (like I didn’t know) yeah….

J- did the kids make it to the airport?

P- uh huh

J- Ok, I was double checking

P- ok

J- Thanks

P- uh huh, bye

J- bye

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