a gentle smile curled on the normally
solemn features of a man in his fatherhood.
long fingers caresses the item with lighthearted
strokes, as if it were so dear to him.  
      umber pools radiated with warmth, his 
gaze landed on the young girl’s frame. a palm
was then placed on top of her soft tresses, 
akin to that of a mother’s touch. yet he was not.
      ‘ As do I, my little one. ’ a calm breathing, 
his fingers curling alongside mahogany locks.
‘ I’m home. Have you eaten yet? ’