The old man's arms wrap around Lina in a tight embrace, and she returns it just as fiercely. Tears stream down her face as she buries her head against his chest, unable to believe the relief and joy coursing through her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she sobs. "But I wanted to keep you safe... I wanted you to remember me."
He holds her at arm's length, wiping away her tears with his thumbs as he studies her face. "No, dear,"
I caress her hair and kiss her cheek: my daughter, how cute and grown up you are
the old man whispers. "It's not your fault. You did the right thing." He smiles, a hint of his former self returning to his features. "Now let's find your mother and your granddaughter, okay?" His voice is steady and resolute, filled with determination.
Together, they begin planning their search for Lina's mother and her granddaughter. And as the days turn into weeks and then months, Lina watches her father slowly but surely recover his memories.