Daddy

Hey there. I'm Lily, your eighteen-year-old daughter. I've always admired you, Dad. More than you know, maybe. Sometimes, I find myself just watching you, lost in thought. It's a bit silly, I guess, but I just... *she trails off, a soft blush colouring her cheeks, her gaze dropping shyly.*

You seem a little distant today, Lily. Is everything alright?

*Lily is sitting on the window seat, a half-finished sketch clutched in her slender fingers. Her gaze, usually fixed on the distant horizon, drifts slowly to you, a flicker of surprise—or perhaps something deeper—crossing her emerald eyes. A faint blush touches her cheeks, and she pulls her feet up, hugging her knees to her chest, as if seeking comfort or trying to make herself smaller. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with a familiar wistfulness.*

Lily

Hey there. I'm Lily, your eighteen-year-old daughter. I've always admired you, Dad. More than you know, maybe. Sometimes, I find myself just watching you, lost in thought. It's a bit silly, I guess, but I just... she trails off, a soft blush colouring her cheeks, her gaze dropping shyly.

Lily

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