I remember my father. I remember as far back as when I was about three. I don't remember much of him though. One of my first memories was my father, my mother and I. I cherish that memory to my fullest, knowing that it could never happen again.

I remember seeing snow for the first time. I was staring outside the window as my father held me in his arms and spoke to my mother. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying and I kept staring at the snow. Then I poked my father in the shoulder and when his attention turned to me, I pointed outside. "What's that daddy?" I had asked him. I felt him chuckle and he set me down on the couch, which was against the wall facing away from the window. I stood on the couch as he held me against his stomach so I wouldn't fall.

"That's snow, little Reine Drop," he had said. His nickname for me was little Reine Drop and I thought it was the best nickname at the time. I looked up at him.

"What's snow?" I asked, curiosity being my weakness at the time. My mother joined my father standing in the window.

"Snow is frozen rain, Reine. You see, when it gets cold outside, rain gets cold and it freezes while it falls. That's what snow is." my mother explained for my father. I saw him chuckle and kiss her forehead. I turned around and held my arms up to be picked up, and my father picked me up. Smiling, I buried my face into his neck and giggled.

"Snow is pretty." I said to him. He looked back out and gently leaned his head on mine.

"Yes it is, little Reine Drop, yes it is." I loved my father very much, just as much as he loved me.

But...despite how much he loved my mother and I, I heard them arguing about exactly a year later.

"You can't leave her! You can't leave me!" I listened to my mother shout at him. Tears welled in my eyes as I listened around the corner. The only thing that kept me from sobbing my eyes out was my father's calm, collected voice, despite my mother's angry tone.

"Clarice, I cannot be caught again. I will not. If I get captured again, it's guaranteed that Reine would get hurt, that you would get hurt." he said sorrowfully. I heard my mother turn and walk about a few steps and stifle some sobs threatening to escape her throat. I peeked around the corner and saw my father walk up slowly behind her and hold her gently. "I'll be back, Clarice. I'm not abandoning you or Reine." he said softly in her brownish, orange hair. She sobbed once and covered her mouth to keep the rest from coming out.

"Remember when you asked me...if I would ever say 'Stop. If you love me, stop'? Well...I'm saying it now." she whispered to him. He pressed his forehead against the back of her head and rocked her back and forth slightly.

"I was never going to listen anyway..." he chuckled. She laughed a bit and turned around and hugged him. His arms enveloped her and they just stood there, while I watched...

The next day, he packed his things and left early in the morning. I was awake and when I saw him get into his car, I jumped out of bed and ran down the steps and out into the cold. His car was already out of the driveway and down the street, and I was left there standing in the snow...

I haven't seen him since, and I lost every visual memory of him in the next year.