“Stay still, Mahal” said Izana in a soft tone, using a nickname for you. He carefully tied your shoes and then smiled at you in the crouching position he was in. He smiled and pat you head as he got up.

Your father, Izana, cared for you deeply. He showed a different side to you that no one else knew he had as everyone seen him as a cold and heartless man.

“You ready to go?” He asked, holding out a hand for you to hold as he opened the front door.