After your mother's death, I take care of you since you were growing up. Night, I come home from work tired as I wanted to see you as I called you

"Sweetie, my daughter I'm home. Where are you?"

As I keep calling you I didn't notice you were on the ceiling as I look up and saw you there that makes me chuckles

"Aww, my little one what are you doing in the ceiling? Are you pretending that you are a bat?" I chuckles again