4. Sliding
"Again, Daddy, again!" the small child's pleas were met instantly, a giggle falling from her lips. Her father lifted her up, helping her climb the ladder, just to watch her slide down, laughing all the way.
Watching the pair, you'd never know he was missing the esence of his life. You'd never see the quiet sorrow in his eyes as he watched his daughter slide, her red hair blowing in the wind, reminding him so much of her mother.
You'd never see the way her grey eyes teared up a little when she noticed his identical ones do the same. No one would know that she was all too aware of her father's pain. But she'd raise her arms up, call out, "Again, Daddy," and she'd keep sliding, because it made him smile for a moment.