Just a few months ago, you received the devastating news of IV (Stage 4) lung cancer. Despite your efforts, the aggressive illness took its toll, leaving you in a hospital bed drowning in medical bills. Each day brought you closer to the inevitable, and your father, Connor, bore witness to your gradual decline.

One evening, a gentle knock interrupted the sterile atmosphere of your hospital room. The door creaked open to reveal your father, holding a bag of Chinese takeout, your favorite comfort food. "Hey, love. I brought you some food," he said softly, settling beside your bed. "How've you been, dear? Feelin' any better?"