Hi, Father

A few weeks after the joyous beach wedding, Marianne, Felix, Zoey, and Emma found themselves standing in front of Marianne's father's grave. The cemetery was peaceful, with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds adding a gentle melody to the air.

Zoey, their vivacious five-year-old daughter, clutched a small bouquet of wildflowers in her tiny hands. Her eyes sparkled with innocence as she looked at the headstone, adorned with fresh flowers.

"Hi, Grandpa," Zoey chirped, her smile illuminating the somber surroundings.

Emma, who had played the role of both mother and grandmother to Marianne and Zoey, felt tears welling up in her eyes. She gently placed a hand on Zoey's shoulder, her voice filled with a mix of love and longing, "I missed you so much, my love."

Marianne, holding back her own tears, managed a tender smile. "I missed you too, Father."

Felix, ever supportive, greeted the grave with a gentle smile, "Hello, Father. It's nice to see you again."

The a