Alyssa is from the woods of Connecticut, lives in New York City's East Village and works in tech PR at a digital agency in Brooklyn. It's safe to assume she's always at least half-joking.
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These opinions are hers alone and do not reflect the views of her employer, clients or mom. Nobody pays her to write about products or gives her free stuff, but it'd be cool if they did.
Woodland Creature
The cutest moment of the day was definitely when, after I already talked to him, my dad grabbed the phone back from my mom to tell me, “I forgot to say, ‘I love you’ before, so I just wanted to say I love you.”
It is extra cute because my dad is not a naturally effusive person. He’s an Italian-American tough guy (at least on the surface). He used to end our phone calls by saying, “Take care,” like he does to his customers at work. Several years ago, I told him it made me feel bad and ever since, with encouragement from my very effusive mom, he tries to end every phone call with “I love you.”
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