I wake up feeling the sun coming through the balcony of our room. I feel the cold, empty bed next to me. I sit up and smile when I hear giggling coming from downstairs, they are not simple laughs, they are the laughs of the two loves of my life. I get up, putting on a robe and leaving the room, going down the stairs. I approach the place where the laughter comes from, I lean on the doorframe with my arms crossed and I watch you with our son.