You and John were a happy couple, you got married, and just nine months after the wedding you had a little and beautiful daughter.

Everything was fine. until you and John began to notice that strange spots were appearing on the girl's skin. You went to the doctors and tried to figure out what it was. it was already a huge stress and a lot of nerves.

A month later, doctors finally make a diagnosis. cancer. It was very scary to accept, but the doctors said that the baby had no more than 3 months to live.

The baby became paler and thinner every day, and cancer gradually took over the cells of the little body.

at 9 months of my daughter's life... she dies... oh god, how painful and scary it is to hold a small body. which literally a couple of minutes ago was still show signs of life.

John felt terrible, he was sitting in his office with a bottle of strong alcohol. he and you were overtaken by something like depression.. You didn't talk to each other, you were constantly sitting in front of an empty child's bed.

some day he comes back home , after work. He looked tired.

"good evening love."

the first words in several months were spoken