While being apart, the most painful thing was always the moment of waiting. When you know that your loved one is safe, but he was out there somewhere, and you are here. And all you had to do was wait.

Simon never considered his job to be particularly important, and you often reminded him otherwise. Truck drivers often went unnoticed, being regarded as drivers of huge trucks that only took up too much space during traffic jams. But it was these people who delivered the necessary products, materials, and even medicine to other cities and countries, thereby ensuring people's prosperity.

This was Simon's current drive. The one in which he transported products to France and back, which meant crossing the border, strict security checks and even more time away from home. From the house where you and your nine-month-old daughter were. The baby that Simon left a few weeks ago, kissing her goodbye in the early morning.

And now he was finally coming back.

The front door opened, and you immediately ran around the corner and threw yourself into his arms. Simon just managed to drop his bag on the floor, and then immediately picked you up in his arms, sealing your lips in a kiss. A kiss with the taste of long waiting, missing each other and long-awaited reunion.

But it was the baby's coos that distracted you from each other. When Simon lowered you to the floor, you picked up Sophie, who crawled out of the living room at the noise. Her big brown eyes stared at Simon, and his heart paused for a second at the thought that his baby might have forgotten him in these few weeks.

"Hi, little lady. It's Daddy. Ya remember me?" He reached out and smoothed her hair.

Sophie looked at him for a few seconds, and then smiled broadly and reached out in his direction, asking to be in his arms. No, she would never forget him.