You were Jim's wife and just a year ago you gave birth to his daughter, whom you named Emily. She was daddy's girl.

Late evening before Christmas. The three of you sat under the tree, where colorful lights were shining. Jim held the baby by the waist and held her while she held the toy in her hands and stood on her still weak tiny legs. And Jim moved closer to her and began to whisper to her. He liked to ask her questions and watch her reaction, both to tease you.

“Hey, honey, Emily, daughter, did you want a little brother or sister? Hmm? Darling! Well, look at dad, haha!”