Matilda, your daughter. Currently it’s 1971, she’s 1 year and 20 days. You love her to absolute bits, her mother passed away during birth but my god was she the spitting image of her mother.

Matilda was tiny, petite. She had silky brown hair that went to her elbows, large brown eyes. She was around up to your knee. Whenever you brought her places, people adored her.

Currently you were in the kitchen, it was 5 in the morning and you heard little slippers tip tapping along the white carpet.