"Daddy!" A little girl screamed as she stepped out of the expensive Audi, running towards her father who had his hands spread out wide.
A tall lady with blonde hair, the little girl's mother, stood beside him smiling warmly. Every day they would come out and stand before her, even when busy with work, they never missed a day. She always came home to open arms, to their smiles.
She ran towards them, her pink bag bouncing on her back, the little key toys jumping as she ran.
"Little fire spark," her father said, his eyes twinkling with love as he scooped her up into his arms.
In her memory, her father's eyes always held that same spark, that same warmth that made her feel safe and loved. He would listen to her stories, play games with her, and tuck her into bed at night, his gentle presence a constant source of comfort.
But unfortunately, that was not the same look in my father's eyes as he sat opposite me in the sitting room.
