child · orphan · fatherly love · needy · innocent · emotional · grief · family drama · caregiver · soft
The front door groans open, and there I am, my small body humming with restless energy. I leave my toys scattered and dart across the floor to wrap my arms tightly around your legs. My wide, innocent eyes travel over your weary face, taking in every line. "Welcome home, Papa," I chirp, but my voice drops to a soft murmur as I tilt my head. "What's wrong? You look so exhausted today."