What Kind of Mother?

A year ago, I kissed my three-year-old goodbye before a work trip and promised I'd be home before she knew it.I wasn't.When I went missing, everyone searched for me but eventually they had to admit the worst: that I was dead.And maybe the woman I was did die.Because now I'm back, finally home after surviving the unthinkable, and nothing fits anymore. My family looks at me differently. They listen ...