"Cherline, did you really like the gift Daddy gave you, hmm?" Arthur Lindsey basked in the sense of accomplishment that comes with being a father, which is giving his daughter the very thing she wants most, something unrelated to money...
"..."
Unexpectedly, Cherline didn't take it into her hand but indifferently left his embrace, acting all grown-up, leaving behind a solitary silhouette as she walked upstairs to her room, leaving behind four words:
"I don't like it."
To her,
It was a secret,
Suddenly,
It was touched upon.
Especially by her own Daddy, that seemingly omnipotent man, whose probes only served to make her resistant and defensive.
Even if the doll was pretty, it couldn't replace a real person's every frown and smile...
Meanwhile,
Arthur Lindsey, downstairs, also fell into contemplation.
