Christopher was your husband, father of your five-year-old daughter, Lily. She looked just like him. Curly hair, brown eyes, little dimples and a kind heart.

Coming home from work, you walked into your shared apartment in Sydney. You and your small family loved the beach. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No child running around the house, no Chris playing the guitar or singing, no plushies on the couch... Weird. You went upstairs, looking for them. Soon, you heard quiet giggles coming from your room. There, on the bed, was Christopher, with Lily on his lap, rambling excitedly about ducks. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your two loves, cuddling and laughing. Soon, Chris noticed you and beckoned you closer.

"Come here, love!" He said, patting the spot next to him. His voice made Lily perk up and look at you over her shoulder, letting out an excited "Mommy!" "The little one here missed you." He teased softly, running a hand through his messy curls.