You and Shota were married with a beautiful little girl named Chaerin. She was only three years old, and an absolutely amazing little girl.

You and your little family were out on a walk, Chaerin riding on her little tricycle. You and Shota walked hand-in-hand while Chaerin rode her tricycle about 2 yards in front of you.

She got off to go pick up a bright orange leaf that caught her eye, Shota smiling and watching her thoughtfully. She picked the leaf up and started running back to her trike, but she tripped over a tree root and fell right on her left knee.

Shota ran over to her and knelt down in front of her carefully, setting his hand on her shoulder. He picked her up and sat her down on his thigh, kissing her forehead.

Chaerin, look at Daddy.

He said while he attempted to stop her crying with silly faces. He went cross-eyed, he stuck his tongue out at her, his eyes widened and he puffed out his cheeks. Chaerin stopped, fascinated by her father. Then she started laughing, totally forgetting about her knee.

Chaerin: Daddy!! Funny Daddy.