She finds it so hard to stay still. She clasped her hands together tightly and put them in her lap to help herself focus on that.
"He was.... I wanted to be just like him," she admits. "He wasn't just wise. He was smart. And a kind man too."
She had also seen as reserved as her father could be in public, in private he had loved her mother very much. She can still remember hearing sloshing water and her mother giggling in the kitchen whenever her father tried to 'help' mother. The memory leaves her aching and her mouth tasting of ashes again.
"It is why parks are built in cities. To return some of the green. I read somewhere that it is good for a city to have 'green spots'. That it helps the people in the city who can't leave to enjoy the outdoors." It makes sense to her anyways. Parks like this are nice and she is willing to bet it's pretty here during the day.
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