“Yes,” I said firmly. “It’s just for one day, but I want you to feel appreciated.”
She smirked. “If you insist. Alright, I’ll do it.”
I smiled with relief. “Good. I’m counting on you.”
When I left the house that Saturday morning, the kids were already splashing in the pool, laughter ringing through the air. Maya sat nearby with her sunglasses on, sipping lemonade, looking every bit the responsible sitter.
I told myself, This will be fine. She does this for a living. What could go wrong?
The drive to the city was calm. The conference was busy, crowded with people from across the industry. I gave my presentation, networked, and spent the rest of the afternoon in back-to-back meetings. By the time the sessions wrapped up, I was tired but relieved everything had gone smoothly.
I checked my phone. No missed calls. No texts. That was a good sign.
Smiling to myself, I packed my notes and began the drive home. I was eager to see my children, already imagining the hugs I’d get when I walked through the door.
