Aria was sitting on the table with a plate full of pancakes in front of her.
Just by looking at them, at their softness and their pleasant aroma, it was clear.
These were the pancakes her father had prepared for her.
She hesitated for a moment, and using the fork in her hand, she picked one of them and brought it to her mouth.
The rich flavor spread through her body, tears began flowing down her eyes as she knew she could not mistake this taste.
Only her father's pancakes were so delicious.
"Is it good?" her father asked, raising an eyebrow as he saw his daughter beginning to silently cry as she ate.
All she could do was nod, as she began to devour the food like a hungry beast.
Seeing that, her father smiled as he spoke, his voice firm but also gentle, "I am glad."
Slowly, Aria was cursing inwardly in her mind,