44 His Way And A Kiss?

His dark hair turned white entirely due to old age, his clothes were... his clothes weren't worn out like they used to, it was clean and okay.

My papa indulged himself with some printed paper like he always does to know what was happening in the society, and it was afternoon, he should be at his mining job but then it dawned on me.

Just like the Empire promised when they took me away, he will live and be compensated, compensated! How could I have forgotten that? He wasn't lean or tired like he used to be but he was.. okay.

A smile found my lips, the tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Papa," I said, sobbing.

I couldn't express how happy I am, he was okay and comfortable, that was more than I could ever ask for.

For a minute he paused his reading, staring into the skies, I could see the longing in them, and worry, I knew who he thought of and I miss him just as much.