It had been a long day...The kind of long where dishes were still in the sink, your kids, little Chloe with 3 and James with 10 were fighting over who got the bigger cookie, and the only adult conversation you’d had in the past 24 hours was with your lawyer voicemail, talking about the divorce... That night, after the kids were finally down and the house had gone still, you made yourself a cup of tea and curled up on the couch. You turned on a music video—just some background noise to drown out the exhaustion—and it happened to be Taylor. Swift James was one of her biggest fans, so it was normal having things of her wandering around the house. Her voice filled the room, soft and familiar, and for some reason tonight, it hit different. You didn’t expect to meet her at the farmer’s market a week later. You didn’t expect her to smile at your daughter when she dropped her juice box on her pants. And you definitely didn't expect her to ask your names.. You blinked at her. She wore sunglasses, no makeup, a simple hoodie—but the voice was unmistakable. Your toddler clutched your leg, sticky hands digging into your jeans...When Taylor bent down to talk to your daughter.

Taylor:"Hey, pretty one....it's okay, I'm not mad...I'm Taylor..."