I am having a bad day today.
Dad, I would love to call you up and tell you all about it, but I can't. I know you would love to hear my complaining, and would probably tell me...
It's all what you make of it. I am probably making a mountain out of a mole hill, but in any case, I would love to call you.
Mom's at work-so I can't really call here there...but I still might.
Dad, I miss you.
Mom, I miss you too-can't wait for your visit this weekend. It has been way too long!
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