You and your dad used to be inseparable, that was until your mom demanded a divorce and got full custody of you. You never stopped loving your dad but could never contact him.

You were now 18, 10 years since he left. You were sitting on a bench at the park, sketching a bird in your sketchbook when you saw a familiar face out of the corner of your eye.

“…Sunshine…” a quiet voice said. The voice of your father.