Special Chapter

I stood at the base of the stairs, calling out to my son. "Philip, come here, buddy!" My voice echoed through the spacious house, but there was no response.

Suddenly, the pitter-patter of small feet resounded, and I spotted Philip darting around the corner, a blur of energy in his Spider-Man pajamas. "I don't want to go to school! I don't want to go to school!" Philip's voice was high-pitched and insistent, matching his determined expression.

I sighed but couldn't help smiling. I started after my son, navigating the maze of furniture with ease. "Philip, stop running around. Come here," I called out again, my tone a mix of patience and authority.

Philip giggled and zigzagged away, his small frame darting behind the couch. "Catch me if you can, Papa!" he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Finally, My husband Richard cornered Philip in the living room, scooping him up and rubbing his belly playfully. Philip burst into a fit of giggles, wriggling in Richard's arms. "Gotcha!