A/N: I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if Timmy followed in his parents footsteps when it came to his own children. Addiction to work is a horrible thing, in my opinion.

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Out of Sight- Timmy’s Drabble

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Her voice is quiet, desperate. She is begging you, although she has more dignity than to fall down on her knees and plead. Instead, she asks in her own way.

“Dad, they told me I need to go to the hospital……I just can’t do this anymore. I’m tired…..so damn tired of fighting this.”

You try to block it out. She had been getting better, right? And so if you don’t hear it, it doesn’t exist. The phone on your desk rings, you glance at the Caller ID. Some bigwig CEO. You run your hand through your hair, exhaling loudly. Work was way too stressful sometimes. But you love every minute of it.

You coo into the cell phone, “Sweetie, I just can’t get off work right now. I’ll see you tonight and we’ll go then.”

You hang up the phone, blissfully unaware of how much damage you have done with those words. And you’ll never know, no matter how many times she tells you how hurt she was by it. Out of sight, out of mind.