The message was nothing noteworthy - he was calling on a summer afternoon, his boyish voice giving me the events of his day and then telling me how much he loved me. Everytime I listened to it, I felt my heart lighten. I've forwarded it to myself five times as I've changed offices and positions and must have listened to it well over a hundred times. And in a moment's carelessness I just erased it.
Alex' voice has long since matured and I would often listen to the recording and marvel at how the change could have occurred so quickly.
I knew there would come a day when I wouldn't hear that little-boy voice on the recording, but I know I'll have it forever in my heart.
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