"True Love" Sequel

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I was currently working on a device to improve the child's sight based on my artificial eye when a high pitched voice came from behind me, "What you doing?"

I didn't hear her footsteps approaching my figure from behind. I never did. She was always so quiet. The sudden presence made my body stiffened before I quickly regained my composure. I spinned in my chair to face her before picking the toddler up and placing her in my lap.

"Daddy's working on a gift for you," I said with a smile on my face.

"Gift? What is? What is?" she urged me happily.

I chuckled at her eagerness. I lifted her in my arms and started heading out of the cellar I was working in. While walking towards the now opened door, since she didn't close it when coming in, I told her, "It's to see things far away."

She knitted her brows together at my words and exclaimed, "But daddy, I see far away!"

"I know, I know," I assured her in an attempt to make the frown on her face disappear. I climbed up the stone stairs and continued, "But with my gift you can see really really far away."

The scowl was replaced by a look of curiosity and enthusiasm as she questioned, "Really really far away?"

"Yes, look." I pointed out the living room's window to the plants in our garden and said, "Tell me what you see."

She focused on the spot I was pointing at before answering confidently, "Flowers!"

"Good," I acknowledge, "Do you know what I see?"

She shook her head and stared at me intrigued, "What you see daddy?"

I returned my gaze to the flowers and focused all my attention on one single yellow tulip. A small red lady covered with black spots was walking on its petals.

"A ladybug," I said, keeping my eyes on the tiny insect.

The girl in my arms gasped then turned her head frantically to where I was looking at and squinted her eyes, "Where? Where?"

I laughed and turned my head to her again, "You can't see it, it's too small."

"But I want to see!" She exclaimed before pouting and puffing her cheeks.

I smiled softly and explained, "With my gift you can."

"Really? Yeaaah!" She jumped off me and to the ground then started running around the living room shouting. Charity came into the room hearing her daughter scream to see what was going on.

"Mommy!" The little girl dashed to her mom who picked her up and she exclaimed, "Daddy makes a gift to see ladybug!"

"A ladybug?" Charity asked her with a big smile plastered on her face at her daughter's keenness.

"Yeah! Ladybug really really far away!" She used her fingers to extend her eyelids to make her eyes look bigger.

At those words, the smile on her mom's features faded and her eyes met mine briefly. She quickly put on a happy face again, this time a lot less genuine, and told the girl "You should go do your daily exercises. I'll be preparing dinner. C'mon, go."

She put her down and the girl raced upstairs to her room. And here come troubles. Charity faced me with a solemn look, ready to scold me about my doings. She really doesn't like me improving her daughter. She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how lucky that little girl is to have parents like us to educate and improve her to be the best she could ever be. She thinks I'm a monster for wanting perfection for her. She thinks I'm heartless. She thinks I should be more human. More like her.