[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

I help my quiet little sweetheart into her pajamas once again. I cradle her in my arms and kiss her little red face softly before putting her into her cot, giggling. I remember the day Matt and I bought that cot; he sadly left me a few days after I brought my little girl home. A bittersweet smile slowly grows on my face. Painting Isabelle's room a pale pink, shopping for toys and decorations, the excitement of having our first child... Matt and I had our ups and downs, and we did n't always see eye to eye on everything; but I'm sure we'd both agree that those were the best five months of our lives.
