Two decades passed, the familiar face brought lots of memories. Not the sweet memories, though. If Heather hadn't seen him today, she wouldn't have remembered she has a father. Albert Steyer, her father.
The irony is that Heather can count in her fingers the number of times she utters the word, father. He has grown old, very old, and it seems with age, his influence also followed as she watched the number of people surrounding him. Heather can surmise the position he achieved today.
''I want the path cleared until my further orders.'' Heather heard him command, and within minutes, the surrounding traffic cleared, and to her surprise, no one complained. Power of a politician, she thought. Heather wondered what's his position because she was least bothered to check up on him even she had the chance to do so.