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David glanced at the clock on the wall of the small office. It read 2:00 AM. He had been working the night shift for months now, trying to provide for his family. The hum of machinery and the faint glow of computer screens filled the room, keeping him company during the long, lonely hours.

As he sat at his desk, the phone rang, jolting him out of his drowsiness. He reached for it, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It was his lifeline to the outside world during these late-night shifts.

“Hey, babe,” he said with a tired smile as he answered the call.

“David,” Sarah’s voice came through the receiver, filled with weariness. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I know you’re at work.”

“No worries, sweetheart. I’m here for you,” David replied, his voice filled with concern. He knew Sarah struggled with the kids’ energy levels, especially when he wasn’t around to help. “How are things at home?”

Sarah let out a tired sigh. “It’s been a handful. The kids are still running around, full of energy. I’ve been trying to keep up, but I’m exhausted.”

David’s heart sank at the thought of his wife, bearing the weight of their boisterous children alone. He wished he could be there to support her, to share the load.

“Try not to worry too much. I’ll be home soon,” he reassured her, desperately wishing he could teleport himself back home instantly. “Is there anything I can do right now?”

As they spoke, David could hear the sound of Sarah’s voice growing softer. Her fatigue was catching up with her. But he couldn’t blame her—looking after their lively children was a challenge even for two parents.

Then, a sudden commotion erupted in the background. David’s heart skipped a beat as he strained to make out the noise. He could hear screams and cries piercing through the phone line. Panic surged through him.

“Sarah, what’s happening? Are the kids okay?” David’s voice trembled with fear as he stood up from his chair, his body instinctively moving towards the exit.

Sarah’s voice, weak and shaky, reached his ears. “I… I don’t know. I can’t… I can’t control them. I’m so sorry, David.”

Without thinking, David dropped the phone and sprinted out of the office, leaving his work behind. Panic propelled him forward as he raced against time to get home.

The drive seemed interminable as David’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios. The image of his children in distress haunted him, fueling his determination to reach them as quickly as possible.

Finally, he arrived home, the tires screeching to a halt in the driveway. He burst through the front door, his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Sarah was awake, tears streaming down her face, her body wracked with sobs. The children were safe, but their faces reflected the confusion and fear they had experienced.

David rushed to his wife’s side, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. “It’s okay, Sarah. We’re here now. Everything will be okay.”

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Through her tears, Sarah managed to speak between gasps. “I… I lost control. I couldn’t… I couldn’t handle them. I don’t know what came over me.”

David held her tightly, his voice filled with love and understanding. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. We’ll get through this together. We’ll find a way to make things better.”

As the night settled around them, David and Sarah clung to one another,

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