She stood at the bottom of those steps, hesitant. She had come a far distance.
The mosses that grew on the path, mirrored years of neglect. Yet, she had to walk over those today.
It was the most emotional task she had set out to complete. Seeking out her own blood, her father!
Finally, the world had accepted his brilliant theory, that he had researched so dedicatedly; being so fervent; the same theory they had once called him ‘insane’ for; making him a recluse, hiding in obscurity.
But would he accept the recognition now, thoughtful, she walked up the steps.
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