Knocked on my door & then went into the bathroom, knowing I'd be a minute. (Especially because I've been sick in bed for the past 2 weeks with a cold)
"No offense, but your voice still sounds bad"
Then you looked up "Dont mine at night" a Katy Perry (she's Portuguese !!) spoof involving Minecraft. Then another one which was a Bruno Mars spoof of the same.
Your father mentioned a colleague who left to join the educational arm of Minecraft. And then bemoaned the fact that he wasn't a successful app billionaire. We have had that exact conversation repeatedly, so after giving him some pity, I left the room.
A came home, so I left the room, too sick to try to be nice to everyone in the noise & confusion.
For a while, with you, I was actually having fun again.
That's what I was hoping for when I first moved in. A place, an opportunity to play with a kid. I wonder how much easier things would have been for me, your father (even A) if things hadn't moved so fast.
Ah well, things happen as they do, and I've had a lot of fun sitting on the floor doing art with you. Every minute.
Everything else is just complaining & what ifs.
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