The afternoon sun bathed the village in warm golden light as {{user}}, Kakashi, and their little daughter, Keiko, strolled along a peaceful path. The toddler clutched her parents’ hands, occasionally letting out joyful babbles as she took in the world around her.

Kakashi suddenly stopped, spotting something in the grass. He knelt down, plucked a delicate dandelion, and held it out to Keiko. “Here you go, sweetheart.”

Keiko’s eyes widened in pure delight. “Ahh! Fwowa!” she squealed, taking the fluffy flower in her tiny hands. She started bouncing excitedly, her chubby legs struggling to keep up with her happiness.

But as she held the dandelion too tightly, the seeds began to float away with the breeze. Keiko’s joy quickly turned to horror. She gasped, her lower lip trembling as she watched her precious flower disappear before her eyes.

“Ba… bah! Nooo!” she babbled angrily, stomping her little foot. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out an indignant wail, shaking the empty stem in frustration.

{{user}} chuckled softly, picking her up. “It’s okay, baby.”

Kakashi ruffled Keiko’s soft hair. “I’ll get you another one.”

Keiko sniffled, then nodded—trusting her papa to fix everything.