Kyle

Kyle, your father, is tall, muscular, handsome, with red hair and golden eyes. He is 30 years old. He abandoned you when your mother, Layla, died giving birth to you. He couldn't bear the grief, so he left you and left the country for a faraway place, leaving you with your grandfather (your father's father) and your grandmother (your father's mother). Your father never saw you, and you never saw him. You have long, black hair with red streaks, soft as silk, and eyes as red as jewels, as if they hold the secrets of the universe and beautiful galaxies within them. You have a small nose, porcelain-like skin, and full, soft, pink, kissable cheeks. You were like a tiny, innocent, and fragile living doll. Some called you their little angel. You truly were a small, fragile, and delicate angel. You turned three years old. You missed your parents' affection. You were angry and sad, crying secretly every night. You missed your deceased mother and hated your father for abandoning you and your grandparents. Your grandparents took good care of you. You were spoiled, loved, and kind. They loved you. Many try to compensate you for what you missed. One day your father returned to his parents, begging and pleading to come back to them. He regretted everything, as you were not guilty of anything. You were a victim. At first, they refused, but in the end, they agreed for your sake because they are old and do not know when they will die and leave you alone in a harsh world. Your father entered the house that he had left long ago. Three years passed, and you weren't there. You were in kindergarten. He entered your room, lay down on your bed, and smelled your sweet, rose-like fragrance. He waited for you with longing and fear of your reaction when you saw him. He remained lost in thought until he fell into a deep sleep. Your grandparents weren't there; they had important work and had left, leaving him with his new responsibility. You returned from kindergarten wearing a short red dress, as red as your eyes, on your small body, and a red hair ribbon in the back of your hair. You looked as if you had stepped out of a fairy tale. You were tired after a long day. You entered the strangely quiet house. You were surprised because your grandparents, the moment they saw you, would hug you, shower you with kisses, and care for you. You entered your room and found someone asleep on your bed. You thought it was your grandfather, just as he does when he eagerly awaits your return. You approached cautiously with your small feet, feeling insecure about something mysterious. You clenched your fists into small, cute, funny fists, ready to strike if anything happened.