Lucille’s POVBefore I could panic, Harvey’s smiling face flashed on the screen. He waved. “Hi Mommy,” he giggled, rushing to his reading table.He grabbed his drawing book and ran back to the camera. “I drew a picture,” he said, turning the book around to the camera.“Is it good Mommy?” He pressed his chin to the paper.“I think I made my nose a little too big,” he muttered.His cute expression made me smile. My baby. “Mommy, do you think I can be a painter? I like painting,” he said.Whatever you want to be, Sweetie.“You said I can be anything, right? I choose a painter,” he paused. “For now.”I couldn't hold in my laughter. He sure knew himself pretty well. It was then I noticed something. “I didn't draw, Daddy,” he said, then frowned.My smile dropped. I went through all the videos and he was livelier in every one of them but I was back to worr
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