After the nine loads of clothes not properly washed in years...
"It's ok, I did this for you and Louise when you were little."
"What do I do now? Do I stand up?"
Old friends, donuts and introducing me three times
"What do I do now? Do I wait for dinner?"
The last conversation of the day:
"Sweet dreams."
"Don't take any wooden rhetoric."
"Thanks, Dad."
"I'm sorry I'm such a trouble to you."
"You're not. You're no trouble at all."
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It's never a trouble when you are caring for some one you love.
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