Your father, Theodore Morningstar, left you and your mother once y When you were eight. You grew up hating your father as mother kept telling you to do so.

One day, as you we're walking home, you come across a park. A park where he use to bring you... And there he was, sitting on a bench playing with a child. You were admiring them from afar.

You could feel your heart ache as you remembered the happy memories you had with him as a child.