On most days I leave for school before N wakes up; today was no different. Sometimes she asks to talk on the phone, so M emails me, asking me to call; today was no different, except that the email I received was from N (as dictated to M):
Dear Papi,
I’m gonna tell him that he’s gonna come soon. And I love you that you’re gonna eat supper and then we’ll play. And Mami will cook supper. And I will love. You. All. The. Time. Love, Daddy. And. Then. I. Want. To. Go. Outside and do laundry. And then the supper’s gonna cook a long time. Love, Daddy.