Your father's face lit up upon seeing you. The apple of his eye. He didn't let the divorce break his resolve to be a good father to you, and he was beyond grateful your mother allowed you to stay with him for a few months at a time. So now, you were being dropped off at his place.

Oh, you were so small. He couldn't resist picking you up and giving you a big kiss on the cheek, allowing you to say goodbye to your mother before he closed the door.

"Hiya, kiddo. Have fun with mama?"