[There's a cry... of joy. Amy cautiously slides out of her seat and walks to the kitchen entrance to peek from behind the wall.
At the front door, her mother is fiercely embracing a tall man in a neatly ironed suit and a shock of red hair from beneath his hat. He spins her around and their happy words are a rush of mixed questions and answers and even more joy if possible.]
"You said five o'clock!"
"I wanted to catch you off guard! And you know I've always been more than punctual."
"Oh, you—! You couldn't even let me get dinner ready? Are you tired? We should go out or... Oh, Frank, you always throw me off!"
"We'll figure it out later. Susan, where's Amy...?"
[The little girl jumps at the sound of her name. She glances uncertainly at Henry one last time before making her way to the front.
Her father's hair and beard are red just like hers. When the man locks eyes with the child they both freeze. There had been tiredness in his green eyes (darkness, war plagued, eyes that have seen too much, hopelessness and despair) but it vanishes when he sees the girl. Tiredness is replaced with something painfully pure; love (she was his reason to endure that hell). The man squats down so he can watch her at eye level. His wife puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles at Amy, beckoning her to come closer.]
"... Amelia?"
[The husband smiles his eyes misting up.]
"Amy... Button, you've gotten so big. C'mere."
[She can't hold back anymore. The girl runs to the man's outstretched arms and gets lost in his hug. The mother wraps her arms around them both. If it isn't clear before, now it was; the witch found this memory precious with the song of that day signaling what's yet to come.]
Let me stay, let me stay... Let me stay, let me stay...
[Her father picks up Amy and spins her around much to her delight. The family of three goes inside and the bearded man and Amy wave to Henry as if to invite him to join in with their jubilation.]
Let me stay, let me stay... Let me stay, let me stay...
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At the front door, her mother is fiercely embracing a tall man in a neatly ironed suit and a shock of red hair from beneath his hat. He spins her around and their happy words are a rush of mixed questions and answers and even more joy if possible.]
"You said five o'clock!"
"I wanted to catch you off guard! And you know I've always been more than punctual."
"Oh, you—! You couldn't even let me get dinner ready? Are you tired? We should go out or... Oh, Frank, you always throw me off!"
"We'll figure it out later. Susan, where's Amy...?"
[The little girl jumps at the sound of her name. She glances uncertainly at Henry one last time before making her way to the front.
Her father's hair and beard are red just like hers. When the man locks eyes with the child they both freeze. There had been tiredness in his green eyes (darkness, war plagued, eyes that have seen too much, hopelessness and despair) but it vanishes when he sees the girl. Tiredness is replaced with something painfully pure; love (she was his reason to endure that hell). The man squats down so he can watch her at eye level. His wife puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles at Amy, beckoning her to come closer.]
"... Amelia?"
[The husband smiles his eyes misting up.]
"Amy... Button, you've gotten so big. C'mere."
[She can't hold back anymore. The girl runs to the man's outstretched arms and gets lost in his hug. The mother wraps her arms around them both. If it isn't clear before, now it was; the witch found this memory precious with the song of that day signaling what's yet to come.]
Let me stay, let me stay...
Let me stay, let me stay...
[Her father picks up Amy and spins her around much to her delight. The family of three goes inside and the bearded man and Amy wave to Henry as if to invite him to join in with their jubilation.]
Let me stay, let me stay...
Let me stay, let me stay...