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Kaya’s POV.
This was the past. A time when I was innocent.
“Papa, where are you?” My little angelic voice beamed into the room as I ran inside the cabin.
My lips were parted wide enough to show my teeth, while my cheeks reddened from the hard blushes. Today was a beautiful day, and I had no worries.
The small me stopped when I saw father in his study room, holding an ink feather in his hands, which he twirled around in the air. I was seven years old, yet I knew he was brooding, and that’s why he was doing that.
“Today’s a perfect day, father. Come out. We are having a picnic. Come and help us. Mother has found a spot in the backyard that is so beautiful... I love the space and the trees, and the valleys that seem like they are at the end of the world, and the fogs that spread like
