"Papa, what gift should Hannah prepare for Toby?"
A question came one morning in early June, and two days later, Hannah was crossing the plaza with one hand on her papa's and the other on her daddy's. Her smile was wider and brighter than the time she got first place in a drawing competition. She even swung her arms and skipped her steps despite saying it was childish to do so last year.
The very happy Hannah, despite passing through the playground, didn't even ask to go inside. She stepped into the stationery store purposefully, eyes blazing in determination. Taking a deep breath, she took a basket wider than her torso, and wobbled deep within the walls of shelves with the help of a store assistant while her fathers watched from a few meters away.
"So, what's it going to be?" Arthur asked in a whisper.
"A memory book."
"Memory book?" Arthur tilted his head. "Like an album?"
