Your father, born soon after he was, laid crushed under his form, a second kaiju, a baby, you for example was that baby, calming and quiet before a boom your father getting up like the world is ending and soon after they where outside. He father keeping her right between his legs, like a penguin, as the destroyed city was like leaves to them.

Of course your father may be passive and clumsy at the same time overprotective, as the jet planes fly over, as you waddle, forward by his thigh shifting forward to nudge you.

You look at your surroundings in confusion.