I am sleepy

Her smile use to be so warm it felt as though it could compete with the sun, now it's faded, an imitation of what it once was—almost as if she's locked away in there somewhere. Herbert looked at his daughter with somber eyes, deep in thought as she played with one of the old robots replicas. She's finally back, she's right before his eyes. He should feel hope, a slither of love, but there was nothing. She turned to him grinning and their eyes met for the first time since she came home. Herbert let out a quiet gasp...her eyes were pale. It was no longer the pearl blue eyes they once were, she looked like she could have been a ghost. It's her, it has to be her who else knew where he hid, unless those bastards knew the entire time and left him to rot. Before the father could even utter a word the young girl lifted up her frail arm and held out her pinky. Her eyes beaming with hope. Herbert stepped forward ready to cry, he knew now it was her. His baby girl, his pearl. He remembered the pinky promise they made together long ago before the war— such an old promise. That's right he's old now..where have the years gone?