Ten years had passed, and Adam, now 28, had devoted his life to raising Radva, whom he lovingly called his "angel." He had made her aware of everything: her tragic past, her parents' fate, and his own life before she came into it. Radva, obedient and caring, had accepted her fate with grace and resilience.
"Adam!" Radva would call out, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
"Yes, my angel?" Adam would respond, feeling a mix of pride and fear. He was responsible but always harbored a deep-seated fear that Radva might one day disappear from his life. He often had nightmares about losing her, but her comforting words and warm hugs always dispelled his fears.
Time flew by swiftly. Radva blossomed into a beautiful young woman with long, radiant hair, an alluring face, and skin as fair as milk. Every part of her exuded a unique beauty. Today was her 18th birthday, and Adam celebrated it in a simple yet special way, reflecting their humble yet loving life together.
"Happy birthday, my angel," Adam said, handing her a small, hand-carved wooden box. Inside was a delicate necklace, a token of his love and care.
"Thank you, Adam," Radva replied, her eyes shining with gratitude. She embraced him tightly, sensing his unspoken worries.
Radva was exceptionally talented and sharp-minded. She yearned to explore the world beyond their home, to witness other people's lives and experiences. But Adam, protective and cautious, had always kept her within the confines of their small village.
"Adam, I wish I could see more of the world," Radva said one evening, her eyes gazing wistfully at the horizon.
Adam sighed, knowing this day would come. "I understand, Radva. It's not that I don't trust you; it's the world I worry about."
"I know, Adam. But I'm not a child anymore. I want to experience life, to meet people, and to learn more about the world. You've taught me so much, and I'm grateful. But I need to see it for myself."
Adam looked into her eyes, filled with determination and longing but without saying anything he choose to avoid.