"Vinna, I already prepared morning breakfast for you." Dad yelled loudly.

My father is a famous psychiatrist in this city. Not because of his summa cum laude degree. Nor is it cause he's young, handsome and a little rich. But actually it's something simple. He always goes around every corner of the city and whether it's coffee shop, or workshop, it didn't matter to him. He still went in and interact with them like an old friend.

For dad, learning psychology is not only about theory but instead putting it into action are important too. From there, he could see any factor that makes them into who they are. The Town Prince. Weird, right? The title was given to him few months after we moved here. In our house, every single day never missed single day for interaction with anyone, not even our own neighbour.

They always visited our home to ask for solution, about family-related problem, especially children (more like teenager).

"Okay, dad!" I answered.

My room are far from dining room so I needed to yell loudly to be heard from there. And I quickly get dressed and went to the place we ate together.

"Morning, Vinna."

"Morning, dad. Oh yeah, just reminder, breakfast already means eating in the morning so—" I answered but my dad already cut me off.

"I know, I just testing you." He said, ending it with laughter that much louder than his yelling. I rolled my eyes, knowing only my dad who always did this in the morning.

But suddenly, Dad got up after eating for awhile to go to the front door. It's weird even for him. I ignored it and continue eating, dad will tell me if it's important.

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*Change of POV*

"Hic.. Hic..." The sound came from the front door, just when I was already eating part of my plate. It feels like someone crying, but why is Vinna not turning or is it that only I can hear it? I stopped thinking about it and quickly went to the front door, leaving the food that I prepared earlier.

A girl about twelve years old sitting right in front door, with her backs facing me. I bend my knees and lowered my head to ask her. Even though I never see her before.

"Why did you cry?" She stopped crying and turned her head towards me.

"Who are you?" Her expression showed that she didn't completely trust me. Who can blame her right? I thought to myself.

"My name is Ivan. You can call me Mr.Ivan. So what are sweet girl doing in here?" I joked around while giving her the smile.

"I-I'm Ghina." She answered shyly. And I saw that she stopped shedding tears.

"Why did you cry earlier?" I asked again. Maybe it could make her opened up aroung me. And I was right!

"My brother..."

"What is it?"

"He hated himself." Eh? Why? Many question popped out in my mind but she suddenly went silent after that. I tried to think other topic so that our conversation went smoothly but nothing came to mind.

And then, she begged me out of the blue.

"Eh-h-hhh, y-yes?"

"Please help my brother! Make him happy again!" I'm confused. What is she talking about?

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"My brother lived twenty blocks away from here. Please make him happy again, I begged you!" She began to shed a little tears and that tore me up inside.

"I believe you. And I had one things to say before I leave...please reunite my family." The last part I didn't hear quite clearly, just whisper  that went through my ear. I began to wonder what she said but she stood up and pushed me inside my own house before closing it.

I don't know what happen or what's going on but I believed something will happen sooner or later. No matter what many kind of thought went through my mind, I walked back to the dining room with Vinna already clean her dishes.

"Dad, hurry up and finish the food before it got cold." She looked at me quietly before asking me to go outside for awhile to take a walk. I let her and she took a hat before saying goodbye to me and took a step outside.