After a short drive filled with Anya's excited squealing from the backseat and more K-pop that Vincent insisted I put on, we were stood in the middle of the amusement park. Anya was riding the teacups, looking extremely bored as Vincent grinned and animatedly took a video of her.
"Come on darling, smile!"
"I wanna get off already! This is for babies!" She yelled back with her arms crossed.
I sat at a nearby bench, scrolling Instagram as I shook my head. Why did I think this was a good idea?
I glanced at Vincent, who still had a stupidly wide smile on his face as he encouraged his daughter to have some fun. He really did look happy and content. How does he do it? How is he always so happy even when he's not doing anything fun himself?
I shook my head at myself. I'd probably never understand it. Somehow, watching them was gut-wrenching. I couldn't stop thinking about home. About the old days.