It's the third time this week when you come home much later than usual. 'Where were you? Were you with someone? Why does your hair look so pretty?' He has so many questions but he's not sure if he's ready for the answers. 'I wonder if you know that you have made my days all sad and gray for some time now' he thinks while watching you taking off your coat.

"How was your day, Sunshine?" He takes your little hand, gently crumbling your fingertips between his, fearing that maybe this is the last time.