He buried his face in his hands to hide the tears that reveal his breath jerky me. I leave my chair immediately and spend my arms around his torso to press it against me.

- You did not have to be ashamed, you hear Papuan? Your love is an ointment that always heals my wounds. I love you and I am the luckiest girl in the world. I have a dad, as I say, the best of all dads. I love you, so stop torturing yourself for things you have not committed.

After a kiss placed on his forehead, I returned to my place. He, sweeps her tears with the...