"Dad."
I looked up from my thoughts as my little girl, Tihana, tugged at my sleeve with her bluish-white hair and big round amber eyes.
"Why are you so sad?" she asked, her innocent concern making me smile.
"Well, you're quite the perceptive one, aren't you?" I chuckled, patting her hair gently.
"Ehehehe~" Tihana closed her eyes in delight, reveling in the attention.
"Papa, me too!" Annabelle appeared by my side and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Of course," I replied, giving Annabelle an affectionate pat on the head as well.
"Big sister! You're always with Dad!" Tihana pouted, feeling left out.
Annabelle playfully stuck her tongue out. "Well, the big sister gets all the perks."
"Nooooo!"
As I watched my daughters bicker with each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and pride. They were growing up so fast, and being a father was the most rewarding role I could ever imagine—or so any biological father would have thought!
