"Daddy! Daddy!" I laughed as I ran down the long hallway towards my father's room in Gallows Manor. As I ran into the room, a giant grin formed on my face as I felt a pair of big hands pick me up and spin me around. I looked at his face...his real face. Not the mask he currently wears. A warm smile, and caring golden eyes are what I remember. He laughed as he set me down. "What's up Kiddo?" He asked. "I'm bored! Can we go do something?" I begged; looking up at him with a pout. "Sure thing! Hey, there's a photo shop nearby, what say we go get pictures taken?" I nodded and ran out the room; running though the living room and stopping at the front door to wait for him. Finally he appeared and picked me up, gently placing me on his shoulders. We walked out the door to the photo shop. I don't know why...but before the photo was taken daddy put his mask back on. I guess he doesn't like people to see his face.
~Present~
I stared at the picture in my hand. It didn't seem like anything much, just a small picture, in a classic square frame. A little worn but still recognizable. Yet... It was much. It was me and my father. 12 years ago this photo had been taken. 12 years ago I was an innocent child. 12 years ago...my father smiled. My vision became blurry at the thoughts spinning around my mind. I was crying... A tear fell from my eye and landed on the picture. I silently set the picture back on it's original shelf and walked up the stairs to my room. Quickly, I shut my door and sat on my bed. Tears flowed down my face as I began to remember all the times I'd had with my father. We used to do everything together...now we hardly talk, unless it's about missions. Missions. I though back to the time when I had taken on my first mission. Anubis... I had called my father to ask for an available mission... Not to say hello... Not to ask how he was... Not even to say...that I loved him... Had we really grown that far apart?