It was a cold October night, Pansy walked along a barren road. The tombstones in the cemetery cast eerie shadows on her path. She soon came to a solemn brick house; she knocked on the door and waited, waited for what felt like eternity. Finally a quiet voice spoke from the other side of the door.
"Who is it?" The voice asked.
"It is I, Pansy," she answered.
The door was pulled open with such force that Pansy took a step back. She was enveloped into a hug, a hug that Pansy had missed for ever so long.
"My dear Pansy, it has been too long," the man said.
"I know father. I was stupid, I never should have left you for some fool of a man," Pansy said tearfully.
"You're here now, and that is all that matters," her father said.
"But, look at what I've done, I left my own father because some man offered me power," Pansy said.
"Yes, but you had the strength to come back, after all, it is much harder to admit being right, then it is to be wrong. I am your father, do you really think that I won't forgive you because of one mistake?" Her father asked.
"No, not at all. I love you father," she said with a watery smile.
"And I you. Now come in and I'll make you some tea," her father said ushering her inside and closing the door, for what hopefully was the last time.