When I took a few steps back due to the sudden scene change, my younger version looked straight into my eyes.
Did she see me? I was shocked that her gaze was so clearly directed at me; it was no doubt that she could see me. It couldnât be. I started to feel nervous and decided to run for it.
âWhat, why is she smiling?â
âUh?â
She disappeared.
âW-what?â
Still in shock about how she smiled at me, something came into my sight.
Uh, wh⦠oh?
Dad!
âDad.â
If I didnât move, I would have missed him, so I ran as fast as possible.
Fortunately, it wasnât some kind of mirage. My dad right in front of me was the same as the last images I had of him in my memory.
I felt tears rolling on my cheeks.
Dad, dadâ¦
It was my dad. The one I was looking for.
âDad!â
Caitel opened his eyes as I called him; he woke up.
What did I have to do? Itâs my dad! My real dad! My dad!
I couldnât control my overwhelming emotions.
â⦠Ria?â
âYes, yes, it is me.â
Dad, itâs me. Me!
I wanted to talk, but my voice betrayed me. It didnât matter if it was a dream or reality.
âMissed me? You seem weaker than usual.â
Caitel was helping himself get up from the ground; he seemed to be in pain.
âEven thenâ¦â
I looked up at him as he was trying to move; he leaned behind as if there was an invisible wall.
âSince someone sent me into this illusion, I can see only you.â
What should I say?
My head went blank. I couldnât figure out what I had to do or say. I had to say something to him, but all I could do was hold back the tears about to flow.
âI never imagined that I would love someone so much. To think about what I had to do for them, about what better, to worry for their safety⦠I never thought I was capable of that.â
His low voice.
His following words.
âI feel good about knowing that I died trying to protect someone.â
A smile mixed with sadness.
I couldnât hold my tears back anymore. For the first time, I heard Caitelâs true feelings; my dadâs confession made me gasp. I never imagined that I would listen to such things from Caitel, but I knew that it wasnât something I would hear again.
âIn the beginning, I was intrigued. I have no idea why I felt like that, but then, I suddenly thought about it. How would the child grow and live as this manâs daughter?â
Caitel continued with a smile.
âI just thought that I would enjoy watching you. I was stupid.â
My vision blurred because of my unstoppable tears. I cried, shaking my head.
It wasnât like that, dad.
âYou didnât even look human, you couldnât speak properly, and if I stomped on you, you would have died. That was the first time a child caught my attention.â
Did I have to say something? Should I express my feelings? I didnât know what to say.
âThen, you crawled, walked, stood, and began to talk.â
ââ¦Dadâ
âHow was it possible. Was it magic? How could a being who held my hand change me so much? You were so precious to me.â
Caitel smiled as he talked about his heartfelt feeling.
âKnowing what kind of human I was.â
His voice was full of concern; his face showed clear signs of distress.
âYou smiled and reached out to me.â
He didnât have to say that; he didnât need to speak like that.
While I was at a loss for words, Caitel smiled and wiped the tears off my cheek.
âI couldnât function without you.â
No, I was the one who couldnât move without him.
At first, I thought I was unlucky to be a tyrantâs child. How could I be born under such a man? I used to sigh every day.
Nevertheless, I could see it, the effort he put into taking care of me; though he was clumsy in saying it out loud, he cared for me. That must have been why I was still alive.
I never knew it.
âFor the first time, I thought your hand as you gave me flowers were the most gentle ones; I realized that the hands of the people who were kind were warmer than the ones who held swords.â
Did dad even realize that he was confessing to me?
He was making a great confession; did he think this was a dream? Yes, he was probably saying that because he hadnât realized it yet.
âBut, as you got older, I couldnât help but enjoy our boring routines during your growth.â
I knew it, but I didnât expect to hear it from him.
Since I was expecting more, my dad continued.
âI was annoyed when you didnât listen to me and when you wouldnât do what I asked you. You refuted and got angry at me. I couldnât understand you, but then⦠you smiled, and I realized I was stupid for you.â
I knew he was a fool for me.
I caught my dad. I felt like he would disappear if I didnât.
âI never planned on having a child.â
It sounded like regret.
âJust⦠I shouldnât have accepted.â
My dadâs gaze on me wasnât that of hate or resentment. It was of deep regret.
âI should have just killed you. Being born as the daughter of a man like me, you would feel nothing but resentment and blame others for it. After living long, the only thing you would receive would end up being hostility from peopleâ¦â
Caitel was so upset that he couldnât utter the next words. It was my first time seeing dad look like that.
âI just couldnât get myself to let go of youâ¦â
He struggled to speak.
Our surroundings shushed. What could I even say?
âYou should have been born to a better father. My daughter needed to grow well. In a cozy warm place with love⦠you should have grown with someone who could love you, not me.â
No, I never thought that.
âDad.â
I held onto Caitel, who was feeling regret.
âDonât say such things.â
I couldnât speak, listening to his overflowing emotions, but I wanted to let him know. Right, I needed to tell my dad properly. I had to convey my true feelings.
âDad.â
Right, dadâ¦
âYou do say some bad stuff, but you never hit me. You always talked about selling me off, but you never sold nor abandoned me. You always cared and loved me. Dad was very sincere and wonderful that I trusted you more than myself.â
Caitel was a great father I should show off to everyone.
The harm he committed in the past made me hesitate and created a distance between us. I tried to force myself to stay away from him in fear of being enslaved.
âRather, I began to crave your love.â
My dad always loved me, even when he was new to parenting. How could I abandon such a dad?
How could I turn away from him?
Howâ¦
How could I not love him?
It didnât matter if his hands were tainted with blood.
I took his bloodied hands and placed them on my cheek. I put on the smile he loved.
âDad, so donât say things like you wish for me to be born for someone else. I canât imagine anyone other than you as my dad.â
Dadâs eyes looked into mine. It had been a long time since we last stared at each other.
At last, our eyes met.
Dadâs red eyes.
âNow, letâs go back.â