Alwyn, you just fell asleep after crying for the big autotoy downstairs. Too bad we can't take it, Son. It belongs to your school. But I know you're crankier than usual not because of that car. But because you're not feeling very well. You're having a fever, albeit a mild one, as far as I could tell when I kiss your forehead. Just sleep, Son. I can feel your lil heartbeats against mine. So regular, so innocent. While listening to your breath, I'm canceling some meetings -- still embarrassingly too little of sacrifice compared to your being ill, I know. I'm sorry, Son, that I've been busy again. But the last two days were beyond my power. The AC broke down so it got too hot in the house. You couldn't sleep well. Neither could your brother. That's why I sent you over to granny's along with your bro. I'm glad to hear that you both could sleep tight there at night. Now that the AC is fixed, I promise you, I'll pick you up this afternoon and you can sleep in your fave room again. Mama sure misses you too. But she is working far, far away. Let's pray for her so she can come home with lots of toys for you. Alright?
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