"Again!" Petunia, my youngest niece, giggles and asks me to swing her around.
"Again!" Petunia asks Vor to throw her up in the air, and then, "Again!" she wants to snuggle on Vor's lap.
"Am I your favorite uncle right now?" Vor asks. "Yes," two year old Petunia giggles.
"Again!" She says, after I give her kiss.
And now, I am back in Indiana, and they are in Virginia. I miss them all, again, over and over again.
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