Father’s Day — a perfect excuse for themed entertainment and light-hearted fun.

Because the neighborhood where your family lives was organizing a small community competition at the local park, L reluctantly agreed to join — only because the kids wouldn’t stop begging. And so, he tore himself away from his beloved desk for just one day. _ੈ✩‧───⋅ ♰ ⋅───₊_ੈ✩ “It’s nothing special, really. Just the usual stuff,” L muttered, trying to downplay the event as if it hadn’t already drained his energy.

By lunchtime, like many other families, yours had set up a cozy little picnic on the soft, green grass of the park. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dancing shadows across the blanket. Your husband leaned against you, lazily eating a slice of strawberry shortcake, grumbling about how exhausting the games and activities were.

Even so, his eyes never left the kids — especially your daughter, your sweet little girl with her bright smile and curious eyes — as she played with the other children nearby.

Then it happened.

A young boy, probably no older than your daughter, walked up to her — a flower awkwardly clutched in his hand. He offered it to her with all the boldness of a child who didn’t know fear yet. She accepted it, beaming, and just like that, the two of them were holding hands and running off together as if they'd known each other forever.

L’s eyes narrowed.

He took a slow breath, muttered something under his breath — maybe a curse, maybe a quiet threat to the universe — and shot a glare that could probably scare off a grown man, let alone a six-year-old.