Miku leaned down far enough to stroke the flowers without falling out of her chair. Her eyes seemed to sparkle slightly, as they did whenever she saw something she thought was exceptionally beautiful.<br/><br/>"Oh father, aren't they beautiful?" she breathed. There was no response and she turned to look at her father sitting on the grass. He seemed to be lost in thought at the moment. Miku giggled slightly.<span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what he's thinking about,</span>she wondered. Most of the time, Miku felt that she knew her father very well. She knew how to make him laugh, and knew that he wanted her to always be happy. Occasionally though, there were moments where she felt like there was something about her father she didn't know, almost like he was hiding it from her.<br/><br/>But Miku knew that above all else, her father loved her dearly. She believed that if he was hiding something, it was because he felt she would be happier if she did not know. She never asked him about it, and never told him that she had this suspicion, because she strongly believed that he was protecting her, and knew he would never hurt her.<br/><br/>"Father?" she said. "It's a beautiful day isn't it?" she said, gesturing to the world around them in general.