We drive into the garage, get out and walk inside. We put away our shoes and let our toes wiggle a bit. Then we go into the kitchen to talk to Daddy, who is typically getting dinner ready for us. We chat for awhile and barely even notice that Addie hasn't been around for who knows how many minutes. Suddenly the doorbell rings. We go to see who it is. It's Addie, with her hands full of tomatoes. We let her in and she joins us in the kitchen.
It happens every night.
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