After a short while, Tristan said, "I need your help, son—"
"My help?" Dax was confused when he heard his father's words.
"Yes, I want to pursue your mother back. I want us to be a family again. I really want us to live in the same house as other families," Tristan's eyes beamed when he uttered his deepest wish.
"Are you serious, Dad? You know I'm just a toddler, right?" Instantly, Dax's face turned tense, and he worried at the same time that his father's wishes would not happen.
Even though he wanted that to happen, to have an average family like other children, he couldn't force his mother to accept his father back.
"Yes. But you are brilliant for your age, Dax. And this has been my wish even before I knew you were born. I already wanted to chase your mom back the moment she left me," a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of Tristan's lips, hoping his wish would come true.
