Early the next morning.
The sky outside was still dark, the cold wind howled, shaking the withered and desolate French Parasol Trees, tearing off the few remaining leaves, and the tall, pale white poplar trunks creaked, mingling with the abrupt bark of a few dogs in the chilly neighborhood and the noise of vehicles speeding past, composing an indescribable morning symphony.
The little beauty lying in bed, with her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed and long eyelashes gently trembling, still wasn't ready to wake up just yet.
She just turned around, presenting her little bottom to the window.
As if silently protesting against the noise!
But it wasn't long.
It seemed as if a thought was gently calling her from within, urging her to wake up quickly...
And then...
She turned over, slowly, slowly, opened her sleepy eyes, waking up from her dreams, and instinctively called out, "Daddy~."
