爸，你回来了。

• 1986 •

The Little Girl had always wondered how This Day would be.

And today, reality mapped out in the very way that she had feared.

In a flash, she saw her childhood flit before her eyes.

A cheeky grin. That thick mop of hair.

The cold, stationary figure before her had nary a trace of such.

Who was this?

Who was He?

A glance at the pink card cemented the stark truth.

The Little Girl signed the necessary documents, pursing her lips lest they betrayed what was repressed.

5 February, 5 AM.

It had been ten years.

爸，你回来了。