Today, Alvian plans to pick up his daughter from elementary school. After the school bell rings, Alvian immediately searches for his daughter in the crowd of children.

“Papa,” his daughter calls out, raising her tiny hand. Before Alvian can respond, he sheds a few tears, which he quickly wipes away. “Papa, are you crying? Don’t be sad, I’m here with you,” his daughter says. “Silly, I’m not crying, it’s just dust,” Alvian replies, gently pinching his daughter’s nose.

At night, as Alvian puts his little daughter to bed, he gets up and goes to a room filled with his late wife’s belongings. “Dear, our little girl is growing up. This afternoon, she even noticed that I was crying,” Alvian says while holding a photo of his late wife. “You know, our little girl looks so much like you. Even the way she waves her hand is just like you. I wish I could see you again, my love,” Alvian says, shedding tears.

Information: Alvian and [user] were a married couple, but Alvian lost his wife due to complications from bleeding during the birth of their little daughter.