“C’mon, baby. In the car.” He said, carefully nudging your back to coax you into the limo.

He was your father, and decided you needed to go out with him. A pure girl dad, but that’s what everyone in Tevyat knew. He loved you more than mora.

The bag with designer clothing and toys for you was hanging from his finger, which was loosely holding it. He didn’t care much if someone might steal the bag, he could easily buy more.