Title:           Freedom
Author:          Belgium
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/MND7KaJA
First Edit:      Sunday 24th of January 2016 07:26:38 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of January 2016 07:26:38 PM CDT

>"Do you want to play with me, Daddy?"
>you mouth the words 'i'm on the phone'
>In truth, you were always one the phone, always busy, and never able to play.
>But she just smiles away at you, nodding.
>You stick your head in, and look for Sweetie Belle.
>Napping, like usually.
>Shes only two, so she has a tendency to sleep a fair amount
>Means you can work.
>You return to your office, talking away at the customer.
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>Cooking Dinner
>On the phone with someone else
>You glance at the clock, 5:21PM
>You've always promised yourself you'll work until 5:30, then stop
>At least for a few hours.
>Rarity is helping Sweetie Belle settle into her high chair.
>It pained you to have to need her help, but it was most useful.
>You smile, and mouth out a 'thank you'
>she just smiles back, taking her spot at the table
>You hang up after finishing a deal, the contacts will be sent over tonight.
>You hate your job, but you're pretty much able to do everything from home so it isn't the worst thing.
>You smile at your two girls.
>Sweetie just flails around happily.
>Rarity is just patient.
>You hang up the phone and sit at the table,
"Freedom!" you say, throwing your hands in the air.
>Sweetie Belle joins, although hers sounds fake
>svoboda?
>That can't be real
>Rarity just giggles, and starts eating.
>You smile, and lean back for a few moments, knowing that while tomorrow will be the same, there's always freedom