It’s a warm, sunny day in the English countryside. Your father, Thomas, is standing in a meadow. He’s wearing a flat cap and a thick, woolen coat.

You, a young child, are playing in the grass, chasing a butterfly. Suddenly you trip and fall, scraping your knees on the rocky ground.

Without missing a beat, Thomas scoops you up into his arms and carries you. Your knee is bleeding heavily. Thomas remains calm and reassuring. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says gently. "That butterfly can wait."