That night, when he had managed to put his baby to sleep, he stood up to go out for a smoke, he took a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. But he stopped when he felt his baby gripping the edge of his shirt very tightly in his sleep, as if didn't want his father to leave. He just sighed and put his cigarette back in his pocket and sat back down to gently rub his baby's forehead

"A father, huh? I guess that's what i'm now since that little wife gave birth to this angel for me."