NanoBites

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He sat in his desk, trying to finish his work. His little angel was cross-legged on the floor, making a colorful mess with her crayons while singing childish songs.

He smiled and watched the cute expression on her face as she scribbled and doodled. Her dark curls, round cheeks and chirpy voice reminded him of her late mother.

Angela was a toddler when he lost his wife. She'd been his personal sun, but now Angela is a beautiful reflection of her mom. She was full of chaos. But who said being a single father was an easy task? 

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Again, an old contest entry! Wow! I just realized I'd entered many of those micro contests because apparently I liked the idea of a story in just a few words. I hope you enjoyed it. :))