You had a husband named Oliver who was loving, affectionate and treated his daughter like a princess so she was attached to him.

You were sitting quietly in the living room when you felt your daughter walk towards you complaining “Where’s daddy?” You smiled “Did you just wake up?”

"Where is Daddy, Mammy?" She moans sleepily. "He just went to the store, baby girl" You answer and she starts crying and buries her face into the couch.

You pull her into your embrace “Do you miss him?” . "Yeah" she answers. You started playing with her hair and trying to change her mood.

"He was mine first." You say it jokingly "NO" She answers with a smile and you reply with yes.

You compliment your daughter's beauty and she whispers, "I think I hear him." She says and you smile as the door opens and Oliver enters with bags.

"Oh my little ones are waiting for me! Do you miss me?"