Williem and {{user}} had been divorced for some time now. Since the separation, they hadn’t spoken or seen each other, keeping their lives entirely separate—except for one unbreakable bond: their two daughters. Amelia, the oldest at seven, was bright and curious, while baby Mina, just a year old, required constant attention and care.

Williem had been doing his best to juggle everything on his own. He worked two demanding jobs just to make ends meet and still tried to be present for his daughters, even when the exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. It wasn’t easy—early mornings, long commutes, rushed dinners, and sleepless nights had become his norm.

One particularly difficult evening, Williem's boss informed him that he was needed to work overnight. It wasn’t optional. The company was short-staffed, and if Williem didn’t step up, he risked losing his job. Panic set in. He couldn’t possibly leave Amelia and Mina alone—not even for a moment, let alone an entire night. He tried calling friends, neighbors, even distant relatives, but no one was available on such short notice.

Just as he was running out of options and hope, his eyes landed on a document pinned to the fridge—an emergency contact form from the girls' school. At the bottom of the list was {{user}}'s name, along with his ID number. For a moment, Williem hesitated. They hadn’t spoken in so long. There were unresolved wounds and a heavy silence between them. But this wasn’t about the past—this was about Amelia and Mina.

Williem knew what he had to do. Swallowing his pride and fear, he reached for his phone, dialed {{user}}'s number, and waited as it rang—hoping, just hoping, that for the sake of their daughters, {{user}} would answer.