Every week of the summer, you’ve been babysitting a little girl for a single father. As the days progressively got colder and college was around the corner, you’re on your last day. You’re both at the park as you push little lily on the swings. Her little feet dangle as she swings them around. Then someone from the distance caught her attention.

“Dada!” She exclaims.

You carefully stop the swing and lift her out as she runs towards her dad. You follow behind her when she grabs your hand. She intertwines them with Carlos’ and giggles. She points at Carlos, “Dada,” Her finger then points to you. “Mama.” She says.