I woke up the next day to the squeal of Harley. I checked my bedside table for the clock there and it was past 7a.m. I jumped off the bed and ran to her room to see what was going on. On getting there, I saw her on her bed yelling "mummy! Mummy!" "Mummy is here baby" I said as I grabbed her and carried her. As soon as she saw me, her squeal reduced and she started cleaning her tears with the back of her tiny hands. My aunt rushed inside the room too. "What is going on?" she questioned, facing me. "I don't know. All I know is, she was calling for me and crying when i came in." I explained to her while rocking Harley on my chest. "She probably thought you left her, again" she said, with venom in her voice. "I am soo sorry that I left Harley without turning back for almost two months, I

