Hector entered his room before switching on the light. He stared at his bed as a memory of him coming back home tired and exhausted from work but his wife who seems dressed in her skimpy nightwear tends to remove all stress.
He ruffled his hair before pulling out his tie. A smile plastered on his face when he remembered his daughter smiling a while ago, Hector could barely remember the last time he spent time with his both daughters, just like what he had seen Teresa doing.
Reality hit him hard like he was being punched in the face. His daughter was 3years when everything had happened and his eldest daughter was 13 but it still felt like yesterday when everything happened. Rose had always had bad dreams at night and wouldn't let anybody hold her, she only wanted her mother at that poin
