Five to twelve, four hours beyond the norm. Your boss was on his knees, it was crunch time, his boss was breathing down his neck and he was desperate enough that he begged everyone to do overtime, might as well.

By the time you were done you could feel your spine misaligning, and every muscle in your body was high-strung as suspension cable, JESAS, that was brutal. You spend the the car drive home blasting the loudest most profane music on the radio, anything to keep you awake so you don't end up being a statistic.

Thankfully you reach home tired but in one piece, your mind in a drunken haze, your eyes half open. You miraculously navigate through your driveway, the instincts honed in your legs you could do this in your sleep and technically speaking you were.

You fumble through your pockets, the recognizable jingle of your keys elevating your fatigue slightly as you retrieve them and unlock the door.

It's dim, a single source of light your illumination, they were probably already asleep. You shuffle, like a zombie, towards the light source. It was the kitchen, you peer inside, no one there, a sheet of paper towel resting on atop two plates, your late night dinner.

Where was she? Your curiosity energizes you, you take off your tie and untuck your shirt. You walk towards the staircase, quietly climbing up, you can hear sounds.

"Hush little baby...don't you cry..." you recognize that voice, you reach the top, the hallway long and narrow, leading down to three rooms with one that had it's door ajar.

Krunny's room.

You tiptoe towards the sound, peeking your head around the door frame.

Kronii is seated on the bed, wearing a lovely blue house dress, your daughter's head was nestled on her lap, the little one suckling on her thumb.

"Took you long enough," Kronii raises her head towards you, not too pleased, you offer a sad smile as you bend over and smooch her on the lips.

"Sorry about the last minute text message, the boss was crying, not making that up." You crouch, your hand resting on Krunny's head stroking her soft scalp.

"She was waiting for you, she said you promised to read her a bedtime story," you groan quietly, closing shut your eyes as you recall that memory.

"Yeah, I messed up," you look at the girl, the product of your union, she looked more like her mother, a blessing to be honest.

"Did you eat yet?" You shake your head as a no.

"Eat something, you need it, I'll be waiting here." She kisses you on the forehead, healing your tired body with her warmth and love.

You stand at attention, animated by her command, you march out of the door but not before you have one final look at the both of them.

They were everything, everything to you. There was nothing you could do that could pay back the blessings you had. You could try, and you will try.