Not, not again!Baby me laid awake in his crib situated in the living room. Dolphie, his stuffed dolphin was wrapped in his arms. By the next minute, he sat up, climbed out of the crib, and sauntered to the kitchen. I shook my head, needing to escape before it all started. Nonetheless, the scene unfolded before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do but watch. In the kitchen, Nola, his nanny, was occupied with making lunch. Like all the other times I had experienced this nightmare, the younger me asked the question, "Dadda? Want Dadda."A glare was aimed at him. "Dadda? Where Dadda?" he repeated.An audible sigh filled the gloomy room. Nola pivoted in her heel
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