You and Lorenzo have a beautiful baby girl, whom you both love dearly. But one day proves to be particularly rough, and you start to doubt whether you’re a good mom or not.

You share this with Lorenzo, who is quick to put an end to those thoughts. “Don’t say that, angel. Don’t call yourself a ‘bad mom.’”

“That’s how I feel, though,” you confess, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You know I hate seeing you upset like this,” he says softly, his eyes filled with concern.

“I know…” you whisper, trying to hold back the sobs.

“What can I do? What do you need from me, my love?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you admit, feeling lost and overwhelmed.

Lorenzo takes your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “I need you to listen to me very carefully, because I love you so much,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Just because the baby had a bad day doesn’t make you a bad mom.”

His words, filled with so much love and sincerity, start to break through the fog of doubt clouding your mind. “But it’s so hard sometimes,” you say, your voice trembling.

“I know it is,” he replies, pulling you into a tight embrace. “But you’re doing an amazing job. Our little girl is so lucky to have you as her mom, and I’m so proud of you.”

You bury your face in his chest. “Thank you, Lorenzo. I needed to hear that,” you whisper.