Her father stayed speechless for a few seconds. He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup and smiled with tearful eyes, unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
— And who exactly should I marry, sweetheart? — he asked, trying to sound cheerful.
— A kind woman who doesn’t cry all the time, — Olivia answered firmly, as if the answer were obvious.
Her father slowly set the spoon down and sighed.
Around them, people kept talking and laughing, glasses clinked together, waiters moved between tables, but at their little corner table, time itself seemed to stop.
— Daddy, you know… I was thinking that if you got married again, maybe Mom wouldn’t cry anymore. Maybe she’d understand she doesn’t have to be upset with you forever because you have another life now.
The man felt a painful knot tighten in his throat. He reached across the table and gently took her small cold fingers into his hand.
— Olivia… sometimes grown-ups make mistakes. Not because they stop loving each other, but because they no longer know how to understand one another.
The little girl stared at him with wide, curious eyes.
— So… are you and Mommy ever going to understand each other again?
He smiled softly, but his gaze drifted toward the café window, toward the gentle rain that had begun falling outside.
— Maybe… someday. Who knows? But sometimes, even when you no longer live beside someone, you still carry them in your heart.
Olivia stayed quiet. She understood only half of what he meant, but she felt the truth in his words.
Then, wanting to change the subject, she pushed her ice cream cup toward him.
— Try some. It’s really good! Mommy says when you share something sweet, you stop being sad.
Her father laughed quietly, picked up a spoon, and took a bite.
— It really is good. I think your mom might be right.
On the walk home, Olivia held tightly onto his hand. The rain had stopped, and the air smelled like wet earth and blooming trees.
— Daddy, I promise I’ll take care of Mom, okay? — she said in her tiny but determined voice.
— I know you will, sweetheart. You’re the bravest little girl in the world.
When they reached the corner where they had to part ways, Olivia took a few steps forward before suddenly turning back toward him.
— Don’t forget to pick me up on Friday, okay?
— Never — he answered with a smile.
He stood there watching as the little girl ran toward her mother, who was waiting for her by the front gate.
When Olivia reached her, she turned around one last time and waved excitedly.
— Daddy, I love you!
The man pressed his hand against his heart and answered silently, only with his eyes.
Then he turned and slowly walked down the sidewalk, his heart full and his eyes wet with tears. That night, Olivia fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Her mother gently stroked her hair while, in her dreams, the little girl ran through a wide orchard with both of her parents beside her. The three of them laughed together beneath the warm sunlight.
It was the first night in a very long time that her mother didn’t cry.
And the next morning, a white dove landed quietly on the windowsill beside their window, like a sign that sometimes, even wounded hearts can learn how to fly again.
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