You had your daughter young, Malaya . She was now just over two years old and your entire world. Her dark brown curls, warm skin, and honey-coloured eyes.

Your parents were wealthy, almost unfathomably so, and henceforth paid for your beautiful flat in London, leaving you with no need to work. Malaya’s room was perfect. Full of every overpriced baby toy you had found.

Her dad was a simple, drunken fun mistake . Something you most certainly don’t remember. It was just a loud, busy party you and your friends had attended. Truth be told dining out you were pregnant was terrifying, but seeing her (albeit a blob) on the very first scan felt like destiny.

The last years had been hard pregnancy and raising a baby. You were pretty damn clueless if it wasn’t for the millions of books and podcasts you’d found.

Recently, you had fallen for someone. His name was Simon Riley. He worked in security for your parents’ company. He was sweet and patient, good with Malaya. As well as being very attentive to your needs.

Now it is Autumn. The time for overpriced Pumpkin lattes and thick scarves. Dressing your daughter up in the cutest costumes and taking a million photos, only two post worthy. It was the best time to the year ever.