Things I’ve heard from my window #33:

“But when are you coming home dad?”

“I don’t know bud, maybe in a little time, maybe, I’m sorry bud but I don’t know. We have fun though eh? You and me”

“Why don’t you know? Is it because mum’s always crying? Don’t you want to live with mum crying all the time? I wish you would come home like it used to be.”

“I know you do. I want to come home too.”

“So why don’t you just come home with me now then. Maybe mum wont cry if you come home with me.”

“I can’t mate, I wish I could, it’s not that easy. I did something bad and it’s going to take a little while before I can come home.”
“Is it because I told her what you really did with my fish?”

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