The door opens with a creak. I stand, as she steps into the house hesitantly.
I open my arms to her.
She runs into them, crying. I hold her silently, soothing her, rocking her from side to side as her cries die down into whimpers.
"I'm so sorry!"
"Shhh, it's okay baby girl. It's okay."
"Everything's alright. You're home now. Come on, I fixed you dinner."
"Why are you forgiving me?"
I sigh, sitting her down at the table. I tie her hair up with a pony tail holder, and kiss her head.
"Eat before it gets cold, Dear."
She stared at the plate. She didn't move. I pull up a chair taking the fork, forking into her mouth.
She pouted opening her mouth. She looks so depressed. Aw, poor baby. She's so nervous. Did she think I would hurt her?
I feed her quietly.
"Don't be so nervous, baby gi
