Soap cradles you in his arms, his nose pressed into your hair. "Say 'dada'." he pleas, tears pricking at his eyes.

He'd picked you up from nursery, only to hear you call your teacher 'dada' on the way out. He can't shake the guilt. You never called Soap dada...

"Please." Soap says softly, caressing your back. "Say 'dada'..."