You stare at this little thing sitting pretty on your disheveled bed. It was covered with yellow fur, its ears are long and pointed with black tips. You cock your head focusing on its little red circle on each of its cheek. Ever so gently, you caress this little thing then you immediately stopped, you thought it was stupid to act like you never saw a Pikachu stuff toy before considering that you are now eighteen years old. You thought that you are stupid, everything in your tiny world felt stupid and unfair.

You recall the time when he took you to a little amusement park, his big strong hands clasped with your own tiny little hands, pulling you along as he lead you to a little booth. “What are we doing here dad?!” you asked him annoyingly, you thought that he’s an ignorant to act all giddy about something so unexciting for his age. “Just watch.” He told you and you didn’t because you badly wanted to go home, your feet were aching from all the walking. When he returned, he had this little stuff toy on his hands and a big smile plastered on his bright face “Look! It’s Pikachu!” he told you while waving it in front of your eyes. You looked grudgingly at this little thing then stared at his face, eyebrows furrowed “What about it?” you questioned him nonchalantly, pushing down the desire to slap the toy away. “Oh come on, don’t act all catty to me young lady.” He told you almost pleadingly but you didn’t care, not even a little bit. Your body was aching, head pounding and your eyes were tired “I don’t care! Please, can we go home now? I’m honestly tired and I’ve have been trying to tell you that for like every minute of this stupid birthday!” you told him. Again, he waved the stupid toy in front of you “Oh come on sweety-I” he said to you, trying to grasp for your empathy but you hated that and you remember losing your patience, finally smacking the toy away from your face. The yellow furred toy fell and rolled into the puddle “Dad! I’m already seventeen! I hate it when you treat me like a kid.” You basically scolded at him and you watched as his face instantly went dark. You remembered the way his joyful radiance quickly evaporated into something dark, his eyes that instantly lost its shimmer, the hurt visible in his features you are missing, the way he smiled at you even though his eyes, oh his crinkled eyes told otherwise but you, silly you, just brushed it off and walked away.

You reach your hand up to your face recognizing the little drop of tear from your eyes from all the memories you have wasted and treated like rubbish. You think of how you wish to turn the rotation of the earth backwards, to bring back the kindest man you’ve ever known, who gave you all of his love, care and little Pikachu when your mother had left all of you alone. You think of how you wanted to slap the hell out of your wits for being selfish, for not seeing this toys’ worth that resembled his effort for you to be pleased, for not noticing the diamond you had until it was permanently vanished. You think about how amazing and tragic it is for how a simple thing, just by staring at it, can make you feel such misery and finally, you understood the smile on his face as he gave it to you. You pull the toy from the bed into your tiny arms, cuddling this stupid Pikachu and you cling to it like it was the only treasure from the father who gave everything for his beautiful yet selfish princess.