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The little girl came down from the white Mercedes.

  Her smile wide as she tightened her grip on her backpack and inhaled the fresh air.

  She had enjoyed nights of sleep in her mother's arms, where sometimes she was told bedtime stories or sang some of her favorite tunes and lullaby.

But last night had been entirely different. There had been no need for lullabies or stories. She had slept so softly and she felt completely refreshed.

  She couldn't miss the little affection she felt last night when he had returned from the bathroom after a quick shower and she pretended to be asleep.

  He gently covered her small bodice and gave a light kiss to her temple.

  She actually for once felt what her peers had described as the love of a father.

  That was when her dream walls shattered and she had to face reality.