His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband
One that is holding my hand right now as we walked towards the daycare entrance.
“Mommy, I don’t want to go today,” Hope said, her tiny fingers tightening around mine as she dragged her feet slightly, her voice protesting in the way that made it clear she had already decided she would not be easily convinced.
I sighed softly, glancing down at her, taking in the sight that never failed to warm my heart no matter how stressful my day was about to be, her curly hair tied into neat little puffs, her small backpack hanging slightly off one shoulder, her lips pressed into a pout that looked far too dramatic for someone her size.