" Daddy, I love you!" I woke up, and my eyes teared up. "I love you too, princess, " I said as my tears went down my face and I hugged her little teddy bear that I kept after years of her death. Loki sniffed and looked at me just like he knew how I felt. "It's okay, Loki." Loki is the dog that we adopted a few months before Nathalia passed away. She always wants to have a dog for her birthday. I looked out the window, it seemed like a fine day. I brought Loki for a walk around our neighbourhood that morning. Then, I saw Nathalia's mom, with her new husband. Our eyes met, and she just looked away. I knew that she was still mad at me, that she hated me, perhaps because of our princess's death. I walked away with Loki and returned home. As we walked home, I saw a strange man stand and stare at Loki and me. Loki barked at him. He looked like a beggar, but he was wounded badly, and his eyes were red. I was scared to death just looking at ...