I have answered my children's question, "don't you have a father?"

In the heart of a bustling city, where the rhythm of life orchestrates a symphony of movement and sound, there exists a haven nestled amidst the towering structures and bustling streets. This serene enclave, an oasis amid the urban chaos, boasts a serene park adorned with lush foliage, vibrant blooms, and winding pathways that beckon wanderers seeking solace. Towering trees stand as silent sentinels, their verdant canopies offering a sanctuary from the sun's embrace. A gentle breeze, laden with the sweet fragrance of blossoms, carries whispers of stories unheard, mingling with the laughter of children at play and the melodies of songbirds perched among the branches. Wooden benches, weathered by time, invite weary souls to rest and contemplate the ebb and flow of life in this bustling metropolis. The park's centerpiece, a crystalline pond adorned with elegant water lilies, mirrors the cerulean sky above, reflecting the kaleidoscope of colors that dance upon its tranquil surface. Families gather for picnics, friends share conversations beneath the shade of age-old trees, and artists find inspiration in the picturesque scenes that unfold. Amidst the chaotic pace of the city, this idyllic retreat offers a respite—a tapestry of nature's splendor interwoven with the vibrant tapestry of urban life, a reminder of the delicate balance between serenity and the bustling rhythm of existence.