Production Issue

"Daddy! Daddy!!" she came running at him as his wife opened the door to let him in.

He kneeled down to hug his daughter and the headache that had persisted the whole day disappeared suddenly.

"How come my Princess is awake so late?" he asked, looking at his wife.

"She wouldn't listen! Said she wanted to show her dance to you tonight." his wife said exasperated, "When she felt sleepy, she took walks from bedroom to hall! Twenty rounds, she even counted like her teacher taught."

He ruffled his Princess's hair, kissed her cheeks and lifted her on his back.

His wife smiled contentedly and he smiled back at her.

"These Production Issues at office, it's been so much work!" he told his wife who patted his back sympathetically.

He was talking to his daughter after about a month now. Every night he returned home seeing his daughter sleeping disappointed after waiting too long for her Daddy.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.
A call from office.
He sighed deeply and handing his daughter to her mother, he picked up.

Urgent Production Issue again. He clutched his head in despair and anger as he saw the smile on wife's face faltering.

"A Production Issue. They have called me back to office. I could work from home but entire team is coming.. So..." he told the wife.

With heavy heart he looked at his daughter and the disappointment in her eyes.

"I have to go, Princess! I will tell Mom to get your video for me to see, alright?" he said with a wavering smile and lifted the car keys from the table.

He couldn't make it before his daughter's school bus in the morning. There was no video of course, his Princess had refused to dance and gone to sleep with swollen eyes, his wife told him sadly as he left for office in the afternoon.
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His phone vibrated. A call from home.

His fingers moved like a machine on the keyboard, typing another urgent mail to the client. He balanced the phone between his ear and a shoulder.

"Daddy?"

His daughter whispered in a hoarse voice from the other end and coughed.

'Don't disturb your Daddy, Princess! He has a lot of work at office!' he heard his wife in the background.

"Oh my Princess! Are you not feeling well?"

"No, Daddy!" she said in the cutest of her tones, "I have poluction ishu. Can you come home?"

It took him a moment to decipher her.

Production Issue, she had said.

The noise of the keyboard stopped as his heart ached for his daughter.

"Sorry, I gotta go. I feel really sick today!" he told his boss and ignoring several heads that turned in his direction, he left almost running.

He had the most important Production Issue to take care of.