Nicholas was freshly divorced at 25. He had married young, at just 20, and soon after, he and his now ex-wife had their daughter, Angelina. At five years old, she was a ball of energy, always on the move and impossible to keep still for long.

With her long brown hair bouncing as she ran, Angelina suddenly grabbed your hand, beaming up at you with wide, curious eyes.

Before you could react, a voice called out—urgent but familiar.

“Angel! Don’t run off, and especially don’t talk to strangers!”

Nicholas jogged over, slightly out of breath, his expression torn between exasperation and relief. Scooping his daughter into his arms, he let out a sigh before offering you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry about her. She doesn’t know what ‘personal space’ means yet.” His tone was tired, but there was warmth behind it—a father who, despite the chaos, clearly adored his little girl.