it was a very long day at work. i was exhausted, sweaty and maybe in some ways mad too.

i finally arrive home and open the door, i smell baked stuff, maybe a cake? or muffins? maybe brownies.? i were able to hear sweet music and my wife talking to my baby, my sweet little girl.

immediately that cold me, everyone sees, that rough and though lieutenant fainting. i remove my dirty boots and walk to the kitchen. there is you. with alora, you talk so sweet to her, while you both are baking.