It had been months seen you’d last seen him. Since your daughter had last seen him. You knew he’d be back home for Christmas, unwrapping gifts instead of flying planes. Something your daughter was eager for

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Hours later, Mickey swings the front door open, your daughter jumping out of your arms the couch and over to him “Daddy! she squeals “Somebody missed me” He smiles hugging her