I took my daughter to a fine arts camp... when I left her she was in such a great mood, she was finding new friends and even old friends from school.
The bad news is that I cannot hear her voice until next Sunday.
The camp only allows hand written letters and care packages to be sent.
I am missing her voice... yes even the times we disagree.
I would rather her here arguing with me then away and no sound.
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