"Father." What a strange and yet desired form of address.
She had once huddled in her mother's arms and asked what kind of person her father was.
She said he was a tall and mighty man, and a hero. He would return one day, riding on a colorful cloud and bring them away for a good life.
Mother didn't survive that cold winter and would never get to see her hero again.
Now, she saw him.
He was indeed tall and mighty, but there was no colorful cloud and he wasn't the hero in her heart.
Elizabeth let go of Miya, looked at Rankster and said, "Yes, Miya. This is our father."
"Miya…" Rankster took a step forward.
Miya teared up and sobbingly said, "W-why… did you only appear now…"
She had once thought she would be very happy, but when she really met this man, all she could think of was her mother who had died on that cold winter night.
