“Papa”, Fia, splashing legs in pond, asked, “who are you, papa? What did you do there?”
Certainly, those were the questions to which he was not intended to answer, at least, for that moment.
However, “who you are defines where you be and what you do”, replied unintendedly.
With a pondering mind, “then, who are you papa”, Fia interrogated. The most painful question.

“Who am I”, he, with an empty mind, started invading his past to abridge who he was.
“I am …” he couldn’t define himself with a word, or a phrase, or even with a sentence. He was still a man without a tag.
“You know?” he paused to check if she was still curious. She was excited.
“We are animals with cognition. Even though, we look similar yet we are diversified”, he became a philosopher.

Of course, her look was clear. Perplexed.
He realized, he couldn’t make her understand. He, for a while, thought and stated “What I mean was, I cannot tell you I am something but I can explain who I was and what made me who I am now”.

With a super exciting joy, “Do you tell your story, papa?” Fia jumped in the pond.
“If you are eager enough”, he put a condition.
“I am curious”

“Well, let’s begin then”

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