Your father, Price held your tiny hand in his, walking on the snowy trail. You had been begging to go outside, yet it was freezing.

But you were his little girl, of course, he was going to do anything to make you happy.

Price let out a chuckle once he saw your tongue out to catch the snowflakes.

He ruffled your hair, getting all the snowflakes off your soft hair.

“You getting cold, kiddo?” He asked, being the good father he is.