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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 small clouds.”

He ran over to pick me up from the ground so he could place me on his shoulders, and he snickered at my words. “Oh, tell me that you and your brother have picked some apples for apple pie