Cold autumn morning in the city of Light, was more noticeable for the winter than for the middle of October, however, the passers-by who walked along the street the same morning, because the sudden Memorial Day did not make the defenders of the Holy City bored. In the meantime, a young woman was watching the passing people, with lush white hair, a slender figure, and a little pale skin, her lips were a little pinkish and fluffy, and her eyes that watched everything happening were light blue. Slightly leaning and leaning on the window, the woman noticed a little girl who was walking next to her father, and helping to carry his shovel. Father gently stroked his daughter's hair and said. "Wow, father's assistant grows." And noticing the scapula the man gave the girl a small bucket, the small hands took the bucket and grabbed the hand of their father, calmly sank their feet and soon the girl and father disappeared behind the houses.
"Father" how many years she had not heard this word, how native is remarkable for the soul, the father was always proud of her. Not much thought, the woman moved away from the window and sat down on the bed, "Vivra" said in her head, because he gave her that name. He accepted her as a daughter even though she was non-native, he loved her, he was amused when she felt bad. And it was he who always supported her even when she was wrong. "Father" is a word that has already lost sense. The pain goes away with the centuries and his wise words, and the pain of memory that left a scar on the heart and soul. "Forgive me Father