Most days, when I leave Littles in the morning, she's playing happily with Dad or Maria or Gali or Dani and hardly seems to notice when I slip out the door.
Every now and then, though, she just looks at me with a sad look in her big blue eyes. She never cries, but boy, it's hard to walk away from that look.
But then, I do have a huge Littles smile to look forward to at the end of the day :)
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