That didn't happened

That didn't happened

There were times when I had to get to work at the evenings -- and my daughter was already at home from the kindergarten. I was lucky, I always had reliable babysitters, or I had arrangements with the neighbors so I could leave her with the sitters, and know that she is in good hands. But my daughter preferred to be with me instead of the sitters. And she would go and be sad... and my heart was aching seeing on her beautiful face that tremendous pain that comes when somebody who you like so much -- leaving you. I always promised her to come back on time... and I did it. But somehow, she never appreciated my keeping my promise... and each time when I had to leave --she become very sad... and bagged me to stay. And I always was very adamant... and left for work. While driving to the work I always was daydreaming -- maybe one day my daughter would say -- go Mom... I will be OK... and I know that you'll come back on time... and on her face would be that encouraging happy smile... But that never happened...