She stopped to watch the small, laughing children play with their parents; she smiled when one of the kids screamed joyfully when their father picked them up and spun them around before tickling them without mercy.
A single tear ran down her cheek and she swiped it away quickly before turning and resuming her chores, as she worked she recalled all her memories she had of her father.
That night as Gwen lay in her bed in the quiet house she wished to whatever gods who were listening; that she could see her father one last time to say goodbye.