you were finally able to breath when you walked out of the stuffy dull office building you worked in. the days pressures and annoyances lifting as you remember the pair that waited for you at home. not wanting a whole meal after such a long day, you picked up some food from a greasy, fast food restaurant not caring about the nutritional value it lacked. making your way home promptly.

walking into the door, kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. holding a bag of still warm food and another holding all your essentials, slung over your shoulder. closing the door behind you, placing your damp umbrella in its holder near the door.

wandering further into the small home, only hearing quiet murmurs. the fact being weird as they was always noise filling your home whether it was the laughter of your daughter, the rambles of your husband, or some tv show on in the background. your eyebrows knitted together knowing your husband and daughter were home, Ali not having work and the pouring rain restricting them to the property.

setting the bags on the counter of your kitchen island, walking towards the living room. spotting a sight that made your heart melt. the pair you had been searching for, sat on the floor your daughter-lip gloss in hand-clutching Ali's face with half her arm seemingly to keep him from moving. the gloss likely from the set she was given last week during her birthday. tongue poking out in concentration as she used the wand to messily apply the gloss to her father's lips.