I arrived home from work yesterday and stumbled upon a miracle. I triumphantly danced through the door and was greeted by an uncommonly empty and silent living room. The girls that usually pounced on me like Hobbes everyday were nowhere to be found. The clock ticked a quiet greeting on the wall. I put my computer bag down and walked towards the backdoor, drawn by a leaning block of evening sun sneaking through the glass. As I approached I heard the faint sounds of laughter coming from the backyard as if they were being carried on the faint particles of dust riding the golden light through the doorway. And that’s where I saw them. Clara and Lydia, silhouetted across the lawn, were playing on…