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Jamal's POV

"Come on dad, you promised," Summer complained as she tugged on my pants while I was making a phone call.

"Shhh!" I hushed her quietly, "You're interrupting my call," I told her in a whispery voice before resuming my conversation over the phone, "Yes hello, where were we?...Oh sorry, it's my daughter."

"Dad!" she shrieked in her shrill voice.

"Hold on, I'll call you back," I said over the phone before I hung up. "Dammit Summer, what is wrong with you?!" I yelled at her. She sniffled a bit as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Oh baby," I said compassionately as I squatted to her level holding her two little palms in my hands. "I'm so sorry for yelling at you, okay?" I said to her as she sobbed quietly. "Will you forgive Daddy?" I asked using my index finger to gently lift her chin up so we could make eye contact.

"Uhn-uhn," she responded shaking her head in rejection.

"Seriously? Okay, what should I get you? An ice cream?" I asked in a bid to placate her.

"Hehehe,"