You were impatiently waiting in the playroom, colouring a unicorn draw mindlessly as you wait for your dad.

It’s the first time Oscar is so late. And you can’t help it but to be afraid that he’ll never come and abandon you like your mother.

A lady is waiting with you, trying to distract you as you were the last kid who needed to be picked up. She herself looks tired and must just want to go home.

The glass door then open, letting some snow go into the build as your dad walk quickly toward the reception.