The swing of a slowly pushed forward, and came back before it was pushed forward again. Leah turned around, and to her surprise, she found her father still in his nightsuit, staring down at her.
"Hey." She whispered, slightly alarmed to be in the presence of him this early in the morning.
"Good morning." He wished with a reproachful look.
Nodding, she repeated, "Good morning Papa, how are you?"
"I am well, Dear child." He smiled and came to sit with her on the same swing. "And you, are you well?"
"Yeah." Leah whispered, before tucking her feet under her chin as she placed it over her knees.
"I take it that everything is alright with you because you don't visit us often?" He had a small smile on his face as he continued. "I always had the idea of using the child that would visit us every weekend or wherever possible."
