Isaac carefully plucked newly blooming tulips from the ground beneath his feet as he bent down, the sun heavily beating down on his neck with a soothing touch. His winged back twitched subtly as he heard the nearby kids running wild with giggles and laughter as they wrestled on the dirt ground.

He slowly stood up after he collected a dozen tulips with soft petals, his calloused palms clutching the flowers close to his chest like a beloved child. His heart stung from the reminder of his own child buried a few feet away from him, her gravestone clean and without dirt.

He walked closer to the sacred area before smoothing the tulips in his hands and pressing them flat against the floor in front of the stone, smiling a little as he placed his daughter’s favorite flowers down. He was content, not quite happy but he was fine now, his daughter may be gone but he would be strong enough for both of them to stay alive.