The Journey Home Is Not Yet Over

My husband took our daughter abroad for six months, but when he came back, there were three of them.

His first love had one arm around him and was holding my daughter's hand with the other.

In the middle of the night, my daughter secretly called my husband's first love.

"Auntie, Dad slept in the study by himself tonight! I've been keeping an eye on Mom for you!"

"I wish you could be my mom!"