epilogue

Rodion

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Years later

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I took a brief inhale to the fresh scent of flowers in my grip. A simple smile emerged at the corner of my lips and a warm feeling settled in my heart.

I got upstairs and there, I could feel her presence. Her pure existence was full of Joy, calmness, and grace.

The door to the room was open. I sighted her immediately when I stood by the door frame. She was seated In front of a mirror at her vanity desk at the furthest corner of her bright room. She was holding a purple hair comb, busy brushing her shoulder-length black hair.

She was clad in a white dress that was as pure as she was. Her tiny back was held straight, she knew what she was doing.

I lifted my fist and made a gentle knock. It got her turning to face behind. She suddenly dropped her comb, jumped off her settee, and ran towards me.

"Papa."

"Hello, pri