It was a rare bright day in autumn, with a clear blue sky and a cool breeze. Keira is holding Emma Richard in one hand, holding up the melting ice cream with the other, occasionally poking the tip of her tongue across her lips, holding back the drool that is about to come out. "We said we'd give it to daddy to eat, and it's a piglet to steal it." Emma Richard lowered her eyes to look over, showing a smile of understanding. "I'm not a piglet, I'm not stealing food!" Keira puffed out a retort, and with all her will power, she reluctantly turned her head away from the...