Two years After*

The office door pushed open which pulled Romero's attention from his laptop to the door, a smile stretched out his lips.

“Daddy!” His daughter, now eight years old squealed happily as she ran towards him, dropping her bags with Wilson.

Romero pulled back his chair and got out of it, lowered himself with his arms stretched out, she ran into his arms, he wrapped his hands around her and lifted her, twirled her making her burst in delightful giggles.

“How is my little ...