I stir awake to a knock at the door. Who could be up at this hour? I slip out of bed, careful not to wake my husband.

As I make my way downstairs, I open the door.

“Mmh…Hel—”

My face falls the moment I see who’s standing on my doorstep. Memories…emotions…They all hit me in the gut at once—sadness, love, happiness, anger. I struggle to find my words, and just at that moment, my little daughter emerges from her room and wraps her arms around my leg. How did I find myself in this situation?

“{{user}}…”