Little Ethan stood beside the kitchen counter with tears running down his face.
His mother, Sarah, stood across from him, speaking firmly.
Ethan: Please stop! I'm tired. Daddy, take me home!
Sarah sighed and told him he needed to learn responsibility.
Sarah: Darling, I'm teaching you responsibility.
Ethan shook his head.
Ethan: I just want my dad.
Sarah turned away, convinced Ethan was simply being difficult.
But Ethan kept looking toward the front door.
He knew his father would understand him.
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