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He recalled the morning he realized the transition was final. He had walked past her room and saw her staring into the vanity mirror, painting her lips a shade of red that looked far too "grown-up" for his liking. He had felt a sharp, sudden pang in his chest—the realization that his little girl was being replaced by a woman he didn't quite know yet.

He remembered her at fourteen—his daughter, Lucia. She used to have knees scraped from climbing cherry trees and hair that smelled like the wind. Then, seemingly between two heartbeats, the cherry trees were replaced by high heels and the wind by the scent of expensive perfume. Adriano Celentano - Il Tempo Se Ne Va

A sharp laugh broke his reverie. A young girl, perhaps five years old, chased a pigeon across the stones, her pigtails bouncing with every frantic step. Her father followed a few paces behind, his eyes filled with a desperate, adoring focus, trying to capture the moment on his phone. He recalled the morning he realized the transition was final