Little Sweetie’s Back Story

Her feet moved automatically, leading her straight to the one person who could give her answers.

Her father.

"Dad," she called out the moment she stepped into the study.

The man behind the desk looked up, and upon seeing his little daughter, his face softened into a smile.

He stood up, walked over, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

"Ugh Dad!" she huffed, squirming in his grasp. "You know I'm too old for this."

The handsome soldier, a man in his early thirties, let out a deep chuckle.

"Too old?" he repeated, amused. "You're four, Sweetie."

He tapped her nose lightly.

"Just because I taught you almost everything I know, and you insisted on enlisting despite my protests, doesn't mean you're not still a child."

He set her down, his curiosity shining through his playful demeanor.

"Now, tell me, how did your meeting with the General go?" he asked, eager.