My husband was finally getting home after the long business trip, and I was looking forward to a nice family dinner. The entire house smelled of homecooked food, the table was all set, and the coziness of our lovely home only added to the beauty of that evening – which soon turned into a nightmare.
“Honey, I’m home,” Jack yelled from the front door. And before I could get downstairs, our 5-year-old daughter was already all over her dad’s suitcase, looking for “tiny” treasures and asking “Dad, what did you get me?”