On New Year’s Eve, I Left with My Daughter

It was New Year's Eve. My daughter and I had spent the whole afternoon preparing a lavish feast.

But my wife still hadn't come home.

It was ten o'clock when my daughter saw my wife's post on her social media feed.

"Dad, look! This cake looks so delicious. Did Mom make it for me?"

I looked at the screen.

A strawberry cake with the number 12 on it.

The caption read: "Our twelfth New Year's Eve together. May you be safe and happy every day."

Seeing how happy my daughter was, I pulled her into my arms with trembling hands. "Mumu, how about Daddy takes you away?"