When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Do you want a Dad?” I asked her.

Surprisingly, Summer was more sensible than I expected. She shot back, “What about you?”

I smiled lightly. The darkness slowly descended over the city. On the way home, I gave her a bag of freshly baked chocolate buns.

The buns tasted delicious as we savored them, sitting on a stone bench in the yard.

Sometimes, I would dream of a young Macy running towards me with her arms full of mangoes.

We would slice the mangoes up and mix them with sugar. Our entire afternoon would be dedicated to doing only that.

I started sleeping better after Summer had gotten used to living in R Province. In fact, the sun was usually already high in the sky whenever I woke up.

There was a resort next to the R Province lake that was constructed about half a year ago. After finishing work at the restaurant, I headed over to the hotel to start my janitorial job.

The job was relatively easy. I only took up the job because it was near Summer’s school, so it was convenient for me to drop her off and pick her up.

It was late evening when I finished cleaning the hotel and changed into a set of new clothes, preparing to pick Summer up from school.

“Going to pick your daughter up?” Colin asked, leaning against a door frame.

man in his late thirties with a handsome face. I turned to look at him, nodding. “Do

head. “I intend

read over my resume,

all work is equal.” I shrugged. “Besides, the salary of a janitor

in amusement. It was true that the rest of the job positions in the hotel had trial

janitor position was different, and it

of us together.

when he couldn’t pick his son up from school

in his car. The drive to school

entrance. There were also several senior citizens in the crowd, sitting in the rest area

bright today, so why don’t you sit down over there

it was the postpartum side effects, but my body was

push the topic any further, glancing at his watch. “There’ll be an opening for a position with an attractive salary package.

go on business trips. Summer gets scared when she’s home alone.” I

paychecks—another one as a receptionist. After all, R Province is a small city. There wouldn’t be many business trips or reception. So,

owlishly. The offer did sound

graduate of a well-known university. Being a janitor is a waste of your talents. Plus, living costs

buying a house after

years old, and most kids started developing hobbies and interests at her age. I was considering signing her up for an art class just a few