The little girl remembers her father.

Sort of.

Strong hands. Brown hair. A loud laugh.

She had been so young when she came to this place with her mother.

Something happened to the sun-something bad-and right after she went to work with her mother.

The little girl went to work with her mother and she was safe.

But the little girl's father didn't go with them.

She asked her mother about him sometimes, back in the beginning when she still saw her often.

Where's daddy?

When is he coming?

Does he know how to find us?

Her mother didn't respond but eventually she figured out the answers for herself.

Dead.

Never.

There was no Daddy to do the finding and no family left to find.

Just a white coat where a mother used to be.

Just a little girl, alone.

Lost.