"I've dreamt of this day for three years," Rudien whispered, his crimson irises filled with a tender affection as he gazed at his daughter. A flicker of sorrow could be seen on his expression. "Seeing you grow makes me sad I wasn't here to watch it..."
It was then that Rudien gently placed an arm beneath Irene's legs, and scooped her up from the floor with a single motion. As he carried her, Irene felt she was sitting on top of a tower. He was so tall, the world around them felt different.
So much time passed since her father picked her up like this. Back then - her little legs made her slow so she preferred getting a free ride. Though, now it was rather embarrassing. But Irene decided to stay like this just for a little while.
It was then she realised the fact that Rudien was here mean
