"But Daddy, there's a little girl there! Just like me! I wanna play with her!"
"No means no. Daddy has to go to work now so eat your breakfast quickly, and then he'll drop you off at daycare."
"But today is Sunday!"
"It's...what?"
"Sunday. Mrs. Anderson taught me the days of the week!"
"..."
"So you don't have to go work today and you can take me to play with the little girl who lives across the hall!"
"You can't go on play-dates without Mommy."
"Where is Mommy?"
"She's on vacation."
"When will she be back?"
"I don't think she'll be...I don't think she's coming back."
"Then I'll never have playdates! So you have to take me!"
"..."
"..."
"No."
"Please, Daddy? I really, really want this!"
"I'm sorry, Ashley. I just...can't."
"I like Mommy more than you!"
"Well, Mommy isn't coming back so you're stuck with me and I'm stuck with you, okay?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm sorry. I - I can't - I don't...Okay, okay, fine. Finish your breakfast and then we'll pay a visit to the little girl across the hall."
"Thank you, Daddy! You're the best Daddy ever! I love you!"
"...I love you too."
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Fourth Floor
Short StoryAll kinds of people live on the fourth floor of Lakeview Apartments. And they all have their own stories. Cover Credit: @tastyapples123
