Tomorrow would include school, work, appointments, and the ordinary chaos of a family getting through a day.

Three years earlier, sitting on a nursery floor, I promised two newborn girls I would stay.

I couldn’t give them a perfect life, and I couldn’t control every person who might disappoint them.

But I could keep that promise in the ways that mattered.

Not with speeches or estates or legal papers.

With breakfast, bedtime stories, honest answers, and another morning when they called for me and knew I would come.

THE END.