I carried the package inside, then I called for Damian. I had already paid a babysitter to get him from school, since I noticed I had been coming late from work.
“Mom! You're home!!” He jumped on me.
I've missed my baby. I tried to hold him and also hold the package. He saw my struggle and climbed down from me.
“What's that? Did you buy me a treat??” He asked with a gleam in his eye. I hated to disappoint him when he looked like that.
“No baby, it's a package from work.”
“It's okay Mom, you'll get me a treat tomorrow,” he concluded and left me with no choice but to agree.
I dropped the package on the couch and left for his room. I had to put him to bed and continue with my work.
Completely engrossed by my work, I left the package lying there while I worked on the kitchen counter.
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