Eugene left the botanical garden just in time to pick up his daughter. Well, he was just a bit late as the kindergarten had gotten a bit desolate, but some children were still waiting for their parents, so...
Hannah, who was waiting for him on the swing with other children, jumped off and ran to welcome her Papa at the gate.
"Pap--"
She shouted as usual before suddenly stopping as if she remembered something and proceeded to curtsy--even though she wore the kindergarten tracksuit instead of a dress. She pinched the side of her pants and stretched them while bending her short legs.
"Good afternoon, Papa."
Eugene arched his brow at his daughter's soft voice. He could see the other children on the swing also curtsied to each other, giggling. He recalled that Hannah had been fixated on a children's show set during the Victorian era about the uncanny friendship between a little princess and a group of resistance children.
