It was one of those dark winter mornings. The early mornings are always cold and dark, but for me, they are also mysterious. On mornings like this, I am always drawn to my favourite café to drink a warm coffee and watch people. That morning I saw them. There were two of them, a father and his teenage daughter, coming out of a dark corner, waiting for something, or someone. Five minutes, then ten minutes, and finally she appeared coming from the other direction. She looked similar to the daughter, blonde and tall. She gave the man a kiss and hugged the daughter tightly, she had to be related to her! Slowly the three moved towards the metro station, talking and laughing. Before they went down the steps of the underground station, the daughter hugged them and separated from them. The man and woman continued talking and kept walking. I could see the daughter still looking after them as she walked away, perhaps to her school. She looked and looked, with her head to the left, not forward, but the two did not look at her, did not wave again until they disappeared. The daughter looked down and disappeared with the dawning rays of the sun. I think I saw a tear run down her cheek.