
another smile broke. his features softening at the troubled sight
of a child ( whom he calls his own ). calloused fingers petted acacia
locks of wavy silk, gently && attentively.
‘ should you not ask,
I would still hear you out. ’
He says,
releasing a chuckle. chocolate hues revealing
his
understanding && fondness. ‘ After all, I
am
but your father. If you wish to confront
me
of your
insecurities, do so. Leave no room for worries, Ai. ’