"Daddy! It's good to see you home already."
An image of a child suddenly comes up to me, probably around six years old I believe, with straight silky beige hair swaying behind her as she runs towards her father wearing like he is some sort of a farmer in his set of overalls.
The latter spreads his arms and receives his daughter with all the love that he could show for her. What a sweet thing to do, actually. I remember my own dad being that sweet to me…
Wait… Wait a minute.
"I've got you some strawberries. It's your favorite, isn't it?" The man took out a basket full of the delicious and freshly-picked strawberries from their family farm. Another young lad in the same set of overalls is currently standing behind their father.
"Sissy really loves strawberries, doesn't she?" that young lad spoke, the timbre of his voice pretty much sounded like my older brother. Even his looks are kind of similar to him.
Or is this really him?
