The late March weather was perfect as Nikki Jo and I walked to the café. I could see the sky had the pretty blue shade and few clouds that I loved. The rest of the day was going to be perfect; I could just tell.
“What did you say your son’s name was again?” Nikki Jo asked.
“Hm? Oh, Youngjae. Did I ever tell you the story of how we choose that name?”
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