...
Maeve slowly closed her eyes, with un-wiped tears at the corners, yet a small smile curved on her lips.
She seemed to see her long-lost father, images beginning to emerge in her mind.
It was a sunny weekend, a gentle breeze caressing her face and lifting her mother's hair spread over her shoulders. Dandelions, carried by the wind, danced elegantly in the air. Sitting on the grass with her mother, the fresh scent of greenery and a clear stream flowing by, they watched fish occasionally come up for air.
Not far away, little birds chirped from the branches, as if welcoming Maeve. In the distance, a man carrying an oversized teddy bear ran towards them, backlit by the sun. Even though his face was unclear, Maeve was certain it was her father.
Suddenly, that blurry and memory-less face slowly turned into her godfather's.
Maeve smiled joyfully and ran towards him, "Daddy…"
