In the midst of the drab rain, a tall and upright figure struggled with every step towards the doorway, despite the icy rain soaking through his body, numbing his hands and feet.
Yet, he continued to move forward, step by step, without any flinching or turning back, his footsteps more resolute than ever before, his determination unprecedented.
He had never felt that the villa, bought only for the convenience of his affairs, could be so warm; the welcoming glow of the lights, the cozy carpets, the inviting hall...
Most importantly, the warm family that awaited his return.
He looked up silently, observing through the floor-to-ceiling glass the three figures inside: a large and two small, his affectionate wife, and the two children whose blood he shared, yet of whom he had never known.
In an instant, the world had changed, and his sorrow was overwhelming.
He had made so many mistakes, missed out on so much!
