SOPHIA

“Daddy! Daddy!” I opened the door to my father’s office in a rush. “Daddy!”

But instead of him, it was my mother sitting on his chair reading some documents in her hand who stood up swiftly upon seeing me covered in both dirt and ash.

“Sophia, what’s wrong?” She held my shoulders and gasped when she saw how helpless I looked. “What happened to you, my princess?”

“Mommy, where is daddy?” I sobbed out loud. “Mommy, I want to see daddy! I want my daddy!”

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