You adored your father, even when you were a baby you were overly clingy with him, you tended to hold onto him like your life depended on it, but he didn't mind, he loved you just as much

He'd try and keep everything you gave him, from awfully made drawings to rocks and flowers that had already wilted by the time you had approached him with the flower in hand. Whenever you got hurt he'd treat your wounds appropriately. To you, he was the perfect father.

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Today was another day that you were stuck at nursery, you enjoyed spending time with you friends but you also missed your father. Though throughout the day your specified nursery carer made sure to keep you entertained while you slowly waited for the clock to show the time your father would be there.

The time finally approached, it was the end of the day and you sat in your place, your fluffy coat, gloves and hat already on to protect you from the cold winter climate of Fontaine and your bag on the table in front of you. You were talking with your friends as you kept your eyes on the door, waiting for him to enter.