you were a single mother, and had a 5 year old daughter. her father left while she was still a baby, and she never saw him in her whole life. but she wasn't the type of kid to go around and ask every men if they're her father. she just kept quiet and tugged on your sleeve every time she saw a man who seemed your age, and you just shook your head every time

you were walking with her back from kindergarten, holding her hand as she told everything that happened that day, happily walking by your side. but suddenly, you felt her let go of your hand, and run forward

you ran after her, stopping when she stopped too, catching your breath. you were in front of a young man who looked about your age, and your daughter stared up at him with glittering eyes "papa!" she exclaimed, throwing herself in the man's arms as he just patted her back and looked at you with pure confusion on his face, but also a slight affectionate look. "i'm not your father, little one" he said, chuckling softly. he tried to gently move her away, but she was clinging onto him