My wife had gone back to her hometown overnight for a class reunion. Because of that, I left work early and got home unusually early. My daughter and I laughed while comparing my poor cooking to my wife's as we ate together. After dinner, my daughter didn't go back to her room and stayed close to me. It seemed she was feeling a bit lonely with her mother away. Slightly drunk, I decided to go to bed early for the first time in a while.