Courtesy of John Schlindwein
On the first morning that I had to return to the office, my 4-year-old daughter appeared in the kitchen, clutching a stick-figure drawing of our house — her tiny hand insisting I take it before I left for work.
Courtesy of John Schlindwein
On the first morning that I had to return to the office, my 4-year-old daughter appeared in the kitchen, clutching a stick-figure drawing of our house — her tiny hand insisting I take it before I left for work.
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