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You smile at me with Scallywag eyes

Mamma, when I grow up, can I work too?”

I grin, “Of course you can, work is fun.”

Your eyes sparkle:

‘Mamma, I want to do what you do’

I beam, you reach out and your arms circle my neck:

‘Mamma, can I work with you?’

‘Yes, my love, come, let’s type together’