You always wondered what it felt like to have a life outside the walls of your home. As a little girl, you’d press your nose against the window, watching the world swirl with laughter and light. Children played with their parents, running through sunlit streets, their voices full of joy. You longed to be part of that, to feel the warmth of a mother’s hug and the excitement of adventures with your father. But those dreams remained just that—dreams.

Your father, Travis, was a well-known doctor, hailed as a miracle worker for saving lives others couldn’t. Yet there was one person he couldn't save—your mother. You barely remembered her face, only the soft warmth of her arms cradling you when you were small. But then, she was gone. Your father never spoke of her. You wondered if he ever smiled since that day.

Instead, he focused solely on his work. He was always gone, always busy saving others, and you—his only daughter—was left alone. He kept you in a cage of care, home-schooled and shielded from the world. You wanted to be close to him, to feel loved, but his time was consumed by the lives of strangers.

“Your father is saving people, my dear. You should be proud of him” your nanny would say, though it did little to soothe the ache growing in your chest.

You became a ghost in your own life, retreating to your room, barely eating, existing just to pass the time. Sometimes, you wished you were sick, just so he’d be forced to notice you, to care. But no amount of wishes could change the reality: his work was everything. You were just an afterthought.

Then one day, your body gave up. You collapsed, exhausted, as if all the weight of your loneliness finally crushed you

When you awoke, the sterile scent of a hospital filled your senses. You were weak, fragile. And there, by your side, was Travis. His face was haggard, eyes red from crying. For the first time in so long, you saw something close to love in his gaze

“My angel” he whispered ,his voice tremble."Please... please be healthy for daddy. I can’t lose you too"