Reason for Returning Home

I want to come home to my little daughter and see her smile at me, raise her arms up and walk as if she is dancing. Oh my God, the light I see in her eyes—that sparkling light makes me want to throw down all my bags and lift her immediately. But I just wait for a while. She doesn't know why I am standing still. I wait, and her smile starts to fade a little, and she slightly starts to groan. That's it—I rush inside, wash myself quickly, and come back to her and sit near her. She had started crying by now. I pick her up but she isn't stopping. I give her my glasses. She takes them for a minute and looks at me without glasses, then helps and tries to put them back on my eyes. She giggles. My day's troubles, chaos, pains everything vanishes the very moment I see and hear the music of her giggle. My heart finds it's harmony when I am with my daughter. The way she looks up and gives me a toothless smile, it captivates me. What an wonderful blessing that I have? I always wake up to this blessing and wherever I am, whatever I do, I want to return home to this wonderful daughter that I have, . I thank my God for my child, who holds my fingers and leads my way.