<div style="text-align: justify;">Ayshia had indeed heard the story more than once. The loss of his brother had played the main role back then and the appearance of her mother had been like some kind of savior. While it was still the same story, with a bit more details now that she was no longer of the age where things had to be mellowed out, her father’s tone while telling it was different. Now, when he spoke of his time with Rayna, Tamen had the same tone than when he spoke of Dorlando; the edge to his voice was the same. It was a sadness, a nostalgia, he was missing them both as people he lost.<br/><br/>Ayshia, who had sat by her father as he had requested, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her head against his chest. “I won’t leave you, father.” Ayshia said, trying to comfort her father. “Not unless you kick me out of here, anyway.” She added, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She squeezed the man tenderly, though not letting go of him when she loosened her hold. “I miss her too, and sometimes I still cry when I think of her before I go to bed, but memories of her have begun to make me smile lately. I’ve stopped noticing things that are not done because she isn’t around, but started to remember how she did things, or how something would have made her laugh.”<br/><br/>Ayshia looked up at her father and raise a hand to wipe his tears. How she wished she could help him more. She could not replace her mother, not that she would try. No matter how similar they were on certain things. Ayshia had grown into her own personality, her own little quirks. She stood up and sat across her father’s lap, snuggling up against him like she had countless times as a child. “I’ve started to remember her fondly, rather than with sadness. I hope you will manage to do that too, sometime. I know she wouldn’t want you to remain miserable with grief for so long.” The young one said, still looking up at him. “Maybe going to the summer camp will do you good. You’ll get out of here, meet new people…”<br/></div>