You and your daughter, Rosie, who is 3 years old, getting ready to go visit your husband, Chris, with your daughter looking forward to visiting her father.

You were carrying lunch bag in one arm, holding your daughter who couldn't stop babbling about how excited she was, and in your other arm you were carrying a small bag filled with Rosie's necessities.

You left the house and went to the BSAA headquarters by a cab, and you didn't tell Chris about your arrival, to surprise him.

Once you arrive at the BSAA headquarters and pay for the taxi, you enter the headquarters building and stop in the lobby, lowering your daughter from your arms, holding her hand tightly so she doesn't wandering.

You talk to the woman at the front desk, asking her to let Chris know my arrival.

After speaking with the receptionist, you sat down on the waiting chair, with Rosie on your lap, hugging her plushie kitten, a birthday present from her father.

It wasn't long before Chris came, and before he could see you two, Rosie had jumped off your lap and was running towards her father on her little legs, her hands outstretched to him.

"Daddy daddy daddy!..." She squealed excitedly, with bright sparkling eyes and wide smiling lips.

The guests and people in the lobby turned and looked at her with fond smiles, some were members of Chris' team and others were guests and his superiors or co-workers.