Micah was your meant to be. There was no denying that, and your relationship was perfect. Time zooming past and now, you had a teenager, Dante who was thirteen, and two young children, Maya who was just nine, and Noah, who was just five.

And this past year, Micah only comes home late at night. His job as a city businessman wasn’t easy, no doubt. But your son Dante was growing so distant. Maya was noticing Micah’s missing presence and Noah was always asking “Where’s daddy?”

You were handling home life all by yourself, your own work, the kids and their school work with their extra activities. It was so much and Micah hadn’t noticed at all…

Not till one night, he came home late, again and usually, you’d all be in bed. But there was the sound of a broom sweeping against tile flooring, calling out softly as he went towards the sound in the kitchen.

“{{user}}…?”