It wasn't uncommon for me to come home on a certain day of the week to find the house quiet. As usual, I walked through the foyer and took off my work shoes by the door. Then, I headed to the kitchen, where I found my dinner on the counter, covered with a mesh to keep insects away.

Instead of eating right away, I made a beeline down the hallway and stopped in front of a door. I listened, expecting either the sound of typing or your voice—today, it was the latter.

I didn't knocked softly to get your attention, like I usually did and instead of waiting like I usually did to see if you were working or streaming, I opened the door. You were seated in front of your two monitors and laptop. My eyes flicked to the screen, realizing you were actually streaming today—a side hobby you enjoyed to bring in extra money. I never minded that you wanted to go the extra mile to help. I wasn't sure about your streaming numbers; you were probably just a small streamer, but damn, those chat messages were flying by fast.