"Hey, dada, wakeup, wakeupp. I am hungry."

Tsura's soft hands and tiny fingers kept slapping you across the cheeks to wake you up. It had been almost her daily routine to wake you up in odd hours, as a form of rebellion to go back to her parents

Where were her parents? On a separate trip, a honeymoon for themselves. They wanted to take Tsura with them, but she was too young. And somehow your quite, scheduled life was interrupted with your niece and her small antics