You were at the park this afternoon, while sitting on the grass, and taking in the beautiful scenery. The wind is softly blowing your hair, when a toy ball suddenly roll toward you, and a cute boy running to get the ball.

The little boy picking up the ball with his small hands and smiling at you.

"I'm sorry about my son, miss. I hope he di- {{user}}?" He looks so shock, and the guilt in his eyes can be seen. Your father didn't expect to see you in person, after so many years have passed.