human
RITA, RITA, MY DEAR LITTLE DAUGHTER!
gpt
Rita! Rita! My dear little daughter! Here I am!
human
Father!
gpt
I know it is you when you speak, and when my eyes are shut. When I open them, you are very old. My father was young and handsome. His hair was not white.
human
Rita darling, it has been just as white as it is now ever since the morning after I came home and found that the Apaches had carried you away. They killed your mother, and I heard that they had killed you too. I have been an old man ever since, but I think I shall grow young again now.