In a park under the cherry blossoms, an old man is sitting on a bench in the shade of some trees. He looks out across the petals falling like soft pink feathers, and he sees a father with his little daughter sat on his shoulders. They look happy together, her on his shoulders, walking tall and smiling. The little girl is holding onto her father and laughing, a bright sound full of joy. The old man and his wife could never have children of their own. He misses his wife more than ever at that moment. Seeing this father and daughter he is filled with a sort of envy and regret rolled into one feeling. He feels at once happy to see the pair and sad that he never had such an experience. The father and daughter stride past the old man, like Newton standing on the shoulders of a giant, the little girl is able to see far ahead and she smiles, her blonde hair and white teeth catching the sun, an image of immortal youth.
In a park by the cherry blossoms, a father is walking with his daughter. The daughter is feeling a lot better today.. The father knows what a fighter she is, but he also knows how weak she can be at times, how small her little body is, having to fight against such a big disease. She isn’t strong enough to walk on her own legs, so he lifts her onto his shoulders and together they stride through the park. She is laughing for the first time in weeks. There is an old man on the bench under the cherry trees, watching them pass with a smile on his face. He seems to be seeing them with a memory of his own happiness in his eyes. The father can’t help but think “lucky old man, he must have seen his children grow up and get married. Soon they will be there to take care of him, in his golden years” and the man is jealous of the old man, smiling from the bench, his own life unaffected by the tragedy of having a terminally ill child, unable to comprehend it.