The last year of my life revolved around my job, which has been hectic, and my sick mother. Between the office, where I work as a corporate lawyer, and the long and frequent hospital visits, I barely found the time to spend with my husband and daughter.
My mother’s treatments and medications cost a little fortune, which forced me to work long hours.
Luckily, my husband Jake has been extremely supportive, overtaking the cleaning, the cooking, and helping our daughter with her school work.
Most days, I was getting home really late, exhausted and eager to get some sleep.
One evening, after I took Mia to bed, I cleaned after her and collected her toys and crayons. But then, under the table, I spotted a drawing – a cute little sketch at first glance.
It was a family of three. The man was definitely my husband, and the girl was my daughter, but the woman didn’t resemble me at all. Instead, she had long brown hair and a blue gown. On the bottom of the drawing it was written, “I can’t wait for you to be my mom.”
I recognized my daughter’s bubbly handwriting and I almost collapsed.
