" It's late, and my phone is in hand, note page open. I blink and see my father kneeling before my mother. People bowed to him, but he never asked me to.
I chew my lip and tap out a poem. For her. For him. For me.

I will keep you safe
gather around you like a
shield, like a barn in
a storm, like the fire around
the sun, let me shelter you. "

― Emiko Jean , Tokyo Dreaming (Tokyo Ever After, #2)