They left my 6-year-old daughter crying in the rain outside her school so they could drive my sister’s kids home… they forgot I was the one paying for their entire life.

“It’s more than okay,” I told her.

A year after that storm, rain tapped against our windows again. My daughter looked up and said, “I don’t like that day, but I like after.”

I sat beside her and understood exactly what she meant.

Because in the end, being the one who comes back matters more than anything else.