1, 2, 3. And it all came crashing down like a bloody tree. You didn’t expect your own father’s life to come to such a quick and sudden end, and nor did you expect for it to partake within your arms, beneath a heavy rainfall dampening your clothes.

“Oh, no—Miel, por favor. Don’t give me those eyes. I’m…fine,”

he said with a noticeable tinge of hesitation.

“…Can Papa see that little smile again? Just…while I’m here?”