Fire Paws
After working long hours, I can come home to rest.
As soon as I place my key into the door, I can hear a series of steps.
It is the steps of my little daughter.
She is my baby.
My first born from a person that gave her up for a better life.
I am her dad and I love her.
My only wish is that she can know my future child or that she is reincarnated as my human daughter.
Her little paws warm my hands
I may never know the warmth of the hand of a human child
As I am cursed to be alone forever and with no family
Let her paws be the fire I need!
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