My son paced in the other room, on the line with his father.
His calm, commanding voice brought comfort to us both as he offered tech support over speaker for the elusive solution to the problem our son's newly built computer was having.
I attempted to read a book as they moved through all the usual suspects. Eyes flickered across the page, landing on disjointed words and phrases, but eventually I gave up and closed the book, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.
It was warm, familiar, familial... I wanted to nestle into the imagined Good Times of yore, but I liked the moment too much to slip into a memory.
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