Grave No. 4897

nry repeated i

together, unable to bring hi

said, observing Brax's face for any signs of sadness, pain, or despair. "Go

derstanding," Brax managed

the road for a while. When a taxi ho

sir?" the taxi driver asked

e replied, settli

r house?" the taxi driver inquire

ent thereafter and gazing out the window at the passing

to provide for their family. They could barely afford to put food on the table, let alone offer him any

ts, he could never seem to fit in or find his place in the world. As the years went by, his misfortune

the fire consumed their home. The flames danced

it was all in vain. The fire had taken away not only the

seemed to follow him like a shadow. Brax couldn't help but feel responsible. After all, his father's ga

d become a prisoner to his own circumstances, trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair. The worl

e chance to meet her in person. The only glimpse he had of her existence was through

and desperation consumed him. He couldn't bear the thought of his daughter being used as a bargaining chip. She was supposed to grow up happy and free; she deserved more than what had happen

ne, indicating that it had been ringing for quite some time. Hastily, he se

oung-sounding girl. "Hey

call, he replied, "Hello," again. "

ust received really bad news. "Please talk to me, I'm your father," he added after a pause, trying to explain the situation. There

from her. She must have been hurt badly. "What happened? Are you hurt? Where are you right now? Did she hurt you?" He was rambling; he coul

oke up. "...hello, it's me..." It felt as though she had snatched t

his daughter. He glanced at the clock on the wall, anxious about time. It had only

en arranged?" she

amount. I'll take care of th

money?" sh

's voice echoed f

ur mother send the rest from above? Or d

like that. I'm managing...

your daughter is starting school now? You have until tomor

wn hair tied back into a ponytail, bright blue eyes, and an athletic build with fair s

more time. Today is her fourth birthday, so let me hear her voice once, please. I just want t

k to her about, and what face do you want to show her?" Fiona

refused to let her shatter him. He acknowledged

rking towards change. I want to be present for our daughter and be the

u can alter your destiny overnight? It's too late, Brax. You

leaded, his tone filled with desperation. "I hav

rax cut in. "I would never dream of hurting my child,

has a father in this world, so don't bother reaching out to her. And yes, arrange the

" Fiona's last words echoed in his mind. Only he understo