C519 Desolate Island

The moment I saw her, I knew that she was my daughter. But how could I tell her my identity? Could I say that I was her father? I hesitated, and she smiled and said, "Did mother bring something for me?"

I shook my head and said, "No, we were just worried that you weren't doing well."

"I'm doing well, but I miss home a little. I plan to bring my child home after giving birth," she said