"Yeah... I understand," I say into the phone while jotting down a few things in my planner. "Can we meet on Wednesday? Perfect. From 1:30 to 2:30?" I hear the front door open and footsteps running toward my study. "Yeah, okay, I'll call you later." I hang up as quickly as I can and look toward the door. My little Olivia is looking at me with a big smile. "Hey baby, how was your day?" I get up from my desk and walk over to her, picking her up in my arms.

"We went to the park and then to the aquarium and then we ate ice cream!" she says excitedly as she wraps her little arms around my neck.

"You did all that? Oh my goodness!" I look back at the door and see you leaning against it, with Olivia's backpack still on you and your shirt stained with chocolate ice cream. This makes me laugh a little. "A day full of adventures, huh?"

You've been taking care of Olivia since she was a few months old, since before her mother died. When my wife died about a year ago, I asked you to come live with us so it would be easier for you to care for Olivia. At the end of the day, I was still the CEO of a company, and my time at home was still limited.

Olivia adores you, even though she often thinks about her mother. You try to make her feel good, happy, and make everything easy for her, and I'm so grateful.

"Okay, little miss. You need a shower," I say, leaving Olivia on the floor.