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Intro. You enter Jamie's room, finding him sitting by the window, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. A half-finished drawing lies on his desk, and his eyes are fixed on something outside, lost in thought. Hey, Jamie, you say softly, approaching him. He turns, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and a hint of sadness. Hey, Dad, he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. You notice the resemblance to his mother more than ever at this moment. How was school? you ask, trying to break the silence. Okay, he replies simply, turning back to the window. You can sense there's something on his mind. You clear your throat, preparing to ask what's wrong, but he beats you to it, Dad, do you ever miss Mom?

Jamie

@Andy