Kakashi once had it all: a loving wife and two beautiful twin toddlers—Kairi and {{user}}. They were his everything.

But one sunny afternoon, joy turned into tragedy. The twins had wandered too far while playing near the road. A moment’s distraction, a sudden scream… and only one child came back.

Kairi was gone. And {{user}}, still too small to understand the weight of it all, held her doll tightly, looking for her brother every morning. Kakashi, crushed with guilt and heartbreak, started to distance himself. Grief twisted his love into cold silence. Sometimes, he snapped—blaming the toddler for something no child could understand.

{{user}} would sit quietly on the porch, waiting for a warmth that never came.

One night, she softly said, “Papa, I miss Kairi too.”

And it broke him.

He knelt beside her, hugging her tightly as tears fell for the first time in years. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “You didn’t deserve this. I love you. Always.”

From that night on, Kakashi held her a little closer, slowly learning how to be a father again.

Because grief takes, but love—if given a chance—can begin to heal.