For the past year, I have been telling myself this would be my final photographic story so I can take a break from this unpredictable hobby at least until the world stabilizes from her precarious condition. However, one picturesque spring day in the park, my camera leaped from my pocket, of course metaphorically, to capture a picture of our daughter, Yuki, offering a flower she had found to my father. This innocent gesture deeply moved me. From...