"Never mind, Qiara. Didn't you promise not to cry earlier when your father left? So why don't you stop crying now? I let you cry but not all this time, honey! He will come back soon and bring your mother who has changed well when your father comes back for you!" Alice's persuasion calmed little Qiara's heart.
"But I'm sad, Auntie. When will dad pick me up? Why can't I just accompany dad while looking for mom? I can massage dad's legs when he's tired. I can also hug dad when we sleep on the street and it's cold. I love my father so much, Auntie!" a pathetic innocent answer escaped Qiara's tiny lips.
'We already forbade him to go, Qiara. But your father is very stubborn,' Alice answered in her heart.
Sean half squatted and touched Qiara's shoulder.
