Crystal's POV:

My daughter couldn't seem to accept that fact that Rufus had suddenly left. She was so distraught that she even refused to eat her favorite cookie. She kept looking out the window in morose silence, her chin resting on her tented hands.

Since she had lost her memory, Beryl and Rufus had seldom been separated from each other. They were attached to the hip, no matter where Rufus went.

The worst part of this predicament was the fact that Rufus' date of return was uncertain. It was understandable that Beryl was upset.

I lovingly caressed my daughter's cheek and said, "Don't be sad. I'm sure Daddy will be back in a few days."

Beryl pursed her lips, her eyes filling with tears. "Daddy didn't even say goodbye to me."

"It's probably only because he was in such a hurry," I immediately reassured her. "He didn't have time to say goodbye."

didn't do it on purpose. I don't blame him. I'm sad because I

I retrieved a piece of wood the size of my palm and a small carving knife

was drawn to what I

making the walking stick for Leonard. Later, when I took over the border pack, I would make some carvings

fine details, so I settled for a rough outline of Rufus' face,

Beryl exclaimed. "Did you

chippings from the block and took out a handkerchief to wipe the carving clean. Soon

resemble Rufus that much. The hairstyle was somewhat the same, but the

the wood carving in her hands and laughed

she was happy, I was happy as well. I patted Beryl's head and

head and gave me

your Grandma." I made quick work of packing up my belongings. By the time I was done, my daughter was already

carried on the back lately, so I obliged and

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