𝗔𝗯𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲| ✔ [Rewritten]

Epilogue (1)

Gabriel's POV:

I glanced at my beautiful five years old daughter. She had the same hair as her mom, blonde with the touch of brown. I was proud that she had my hazel color eyes and my height as she was taller than other kids her age.

She laughed and ran ahead of me. "Daddy, look I can run faster than you," she said, giggling and turning her head to look back at me.

I was deliberately running behind her so she would win the race. My reward was to see her smile, thinking that she won.

"Yes, sweetie you are stronger than daddy," I said pretending to be tired.

She stopped running when we reached the area of the park where we play football every Sunday.

"I won! I won!" She screamed and did a mini victory dance. I loved her energy, she loved to enjoy every moment of life. But maybe that's what childhood meant to be.

I threw the ball towards her and she attempted to catch it. I laughed internally at her attempt, knowing she was still so small to actually catch the football in her hands.

"I want a real match!" she demanded, looking exactly like her mother with her delicate and slim hands on her hips. She had a narrow figure but her weight surprisingly was good for her age. But as a parent, sometimes, I get worried about her.

She picked the football and placed it on the ground. I got distracted by a small wooden house that was tied in one of the branches.

As I continued to gaze at the house, my head started to spin. I fell down on the ground on my knees, holding my head in my hands as the pain increased.

Unfortunately, my daughter thought that it was the best time to kick the football. The football hit me on the head and I fell on my back on the ground.

I closed my eyes in pain when I saw a small boy playing with a football in a park. A man was watching him with a proud smile on his face.

"You're a strong guy, Gabriel, but your grandfather is getting old," The man said, taking a football from the boy's arm.

"I want to play more," the boy said with the pout.

Then he gazed around took the hold of boy's arm in panic.

"We can't play more, Gabriel. How about we go back home?" His grandfather said.

"But I wanna play," the boy insists.

His grandfather picked him in his arms and started running. He laughed assuming it was some kind of a new game.

Then his grandfather placed him on a branch of a tree where a wooden box was dangling.

"Can you hid this inside that small wooden house?" He asked him. "I'll send someone to find it."

"If I will do this, would you buy me ice cream?" The boy asked.

"Of course," he said.

The boy nodded and placed a small chip inside that wooden box.