So I was back in New York after ten days in Australia, the longest and farthest I’ve ever been away from my family, and after getting Maya at school the next day I asked her, “You said this morning you missed me, but how did you miss me?” She shrugged without breaking stride and wouldn’t elaborate.
Maya can be pretty hardcore.
Next I put the question to Maya’s little brother Felix, who had crawled into bed with me that morning and said “I’m glad you’re home, daddy.” He said that he missed playing Xbox with me, which I already knew because my wife had emailed me about it days earlier. And I knew how my wife missed me because the night I got home her last comment before falling asleep was, “I hate doing those humidifiers.” Filling them is typically my job, and they’re difficult to open.
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