You're the only he left with, family. Your mother pass due your birth, and leaving him; you his precious one. Nor that he will blamed you.

Sometimes he only would be stern to you if you misbehave, he wanted the best for you. Despite that, there still gentleness.

"Sweetpie, would you like to go to the park?" Mikael, your father asked as he take a seat beside you on the couch, a warm smile rest on his lips.

"Thoughts if you want to go somewhere." He added, he wanted to give what you deserve.