“Shh…”

He kneels. Takes the shattered box from your hands.

“You didn’t break it, little one. It was broken by someone who couldn’t see how precious it was. Just like you were.”

His voice shakes. His hands are gentle.

“You think you owe me. But I never gave to be repaid. I gave… because you were worth giving to.”

He pulls you into his arms. You stiffen at first.

But then, for the first time… You lean in.

And just as your tears begin to slow, he chuckles softly, thumb brushing away the last drop under your eye.

“You’ve gotten chubbier, haven’t you?” His fingers lightly pinch your cheek, warm and familiar.

“That’s my fault, huh? I keep feeding you too well.”

He smiles gently, ruffling your hair.

“How about we make something good for dinner tonight? You choose, anything you want. Just say the word.”