The scent from the pie radiated through the atmosphere, and as it filled my nostrils, my eyes brightened up. My legs swung back and forth even more rapidly as he brought the apple pie closer to me. He sat down beside me and handed the tray to me with a smile on his face.
"Father, you shouldn't have," I said, concealing the excitement I had in my heart.
"Anything for you, dear," My father replied.
As I stared at the pie silently, the smile on my face wanned and the brightness in my eyes dimmed out. I let out a sigh, tightening my grip on the edges of the tray.
"Mother didn't make it… did she?" I asked softly.
My father stared at me for a moment, the smile on his face also vanishing. His brows furrowed with sadness and he turned away from me.
"I'm sorry, Celene. I failed
