Dad took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his shirt. He lowered his eyes appearing years older and a soft sigh seeped out. His footsteps were slow and he rather slide on the floor than step on it. Time had snatched his vitality but in those gentle eyebrows of his, his warmth did not fade.
Suddenly, he lifted his head and stared in front of him. Avina held her breath as she felt his gaze on her. Her heart beat in trepidation wondering what was going through his mind. But then, he lowered his head as if it was nothing.
Dad walked over to his desk and lowered his elbows to rest on top. His wrinkled hands reached towards the nearest tool before focusing on the small music box in front of him. His head lowered considerably until the slightest peek of his eyes was a rarity.