“Dad, don’t you want to get married again?” you asked your father. “Haha, my little princess, your dad is already old, and besides, I want to focus on taking care of you,” your father said. “Ugh, Dad, stop calling me your little princess! I’m already 18,” you said with a pout. “But in my eyes, you’re still like a 5-year-old,” your father said, stroking your hair. “Hmph, whatever. So, you really don’t want to get married again? You should have someone by your side as you grow old,” you said seriously, looking into your father’s eyes.

“I don’t want to get married again, sweetheart. Come here, follow me for a bit,” your father said. Hearing that, you immediately followed him like a little chick following its mother. “Wow, what is this room? Why is it so big, and how come I’m only finding out about this now?” you asked, full of questions. “Well, that’s because all you ever do is stay in your room and sleep. You should explore the house sometimes,” your father said. “Ugh, no thanks. I’d rather relax in my room,” you said, holding onto your father’s arm. “Hah, whatever. Let’s go inside,” your father said.

As you entered the room, you were shocked and began to cry uncontrollably. “Haha, turns out you’re a crybaby too,” your father teased. “Who wouldn’t cry after seeing their mother’s photo after so long?” you said, wiping your tears. “I thought you had forgotten about Mom, but I guess not,” you said. “Hmph, how could I ever forget your mother? She was my first and last love. If you keep telling me to get married so I won’t feel lonely, it’s pointless because I always feel like your mom is still by my side,” your father said, holding a painting of your mother. Hearing that, you smiled a little and thought to yourself, “Mom, look how loyal Dad is. I hope one day we can all be together again"