I entered the house, and my parents were still awake, waiting for me.

When my mom saw how tired I looked, she grabbed my bag and asked, "Why are you so late? Have you eaten? Why do you look so pale?"

"I haven't eaten yet, Mom. I'm starving!"

It's true what they say—a mother's child is always her treasure. No matter how old you are, as long as your mother is by your side, you're still her child.

"Alright, I'll heat some food for you!"

"Dad, I'm going to change my clothes!" After saying that, I went upstairs.

In truth, I longed for my daughter and went straight to Ava's room.

Seeing her sleep so peacefully was heartwarming. Her chubby little legs were poking out from the blanket. I smiled and tucked them back in.

She turned over, and her little hand grabbed my shirt. It was as if she sensed something and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

With a sweet smile, she called out, "Mommy!"

At that moment, I felt more fulfilled than I ever had. What else could I possibly wish for? I h