Rebecca lifted her head and gazed at her father's back.

A father's love is often compared to a mountain—silent, steady, and unwavering.

They say mountains cannot be crossed, just as some people can never be caught up to. But in Rebecca's life, her father was both a mountain she could climb and a figure she could follow.

Because he would bend down to let her climb over him, he would wait patiently for her to catch up, and eventually, he would fall ...