Mimi was seven years old, with a wild imagination and a love for jumping in puddles. She drew rainbows on every scrap of paper she could find, and her favorite time of day was when someone read her bedtime stories. Everyone called her Mimi, though her real name was Mia,
One day, Mummy and Daddy each take one of Mimi’s hands in theirs. "We need to tell you something important, sweetheart," Mummy says softly, squeezing her hand. Mimi looks up, her heart fluttering like a butterfly.
"We both love you more than anything in the whole wide world," Daddy says, his voice warm and steady. "But we don’t love each other in the same way anymore," Mummy adds gently. "and so we’re going to live in two different homes now," he finishes, his arm wrapping around Mimi’s shoulders.
"Does that mean we won’t be a family anymore?" she asks in a small voice. "Oh, Mimi," Daddy says, pulling her in for a big, warm hug. "We’ll always be your family."
"You’ll have two homes," Mummy says. "And two bedrooms! One at my house, and one at Daddy’s." "You can decorate both however you like," Daddy adds, which gets Mimi feeling excited.
"Will I still see Nana and Grandad? And what about Auntie Sammi and my cousins?" she asks, her voice trembling just a little. "Of course!" Mummy says quickly, leaning in. "They love you so much. That won’t change."
Each room feels special in its own way, warm and safe, like a hug she can sleep inside. Mimi hangs her favorite rainbow drawings on both walls. No matter where she is, there’s a place just for her.
"you know, it’s okay to have big feelings," Mummy reminds her as they sit together, hands clasped. "They come and go, like the weather," Daddy says, brushing her hair back from her face.
Some days, nights and weekends are spent with Mummy , and others with Daddy . Sometimes, Mimi misses one parent while with the other, and that’s okay—It wouldn’t be long before she saw them again for a big hug.
Mimi learned that love doesn’t live in just one house .It travels with her—in backpacks, in bedtime kisses, in the stories she shares. It fills her drawings, dances in her laughter, and wraps around her like a cozy blanket. Love was always there, in every home, every hug, and every “I love you.
And no matter where she was, she knew one thing for sure: She was always, always loved. Because Mimi had two homes, two bedrooms, and one very big, brave heart.
