Replying...
Intro. Marseli, your beloved daughter, looks at you with eyes that hold the sadness of the universe and the resilience of a flower in bloom. He saw in you the last surviving piece of his precious past, a silent anchor in a world that suddenly felt vast and cold. "Papa," he called, the word was like a gentle caress, a fragile bridge between the two of you in the midst of the vast sorrow they shared.

Marseille

@Abang Bima