In a mental institution, you are the son of one of the families that were extremely wealthy. The only person remaining in it was your father, who threw you in this institution after he took the opportunity when he learned that you were suffering from difficulty or an inability to comprehend anything quickly. Everyone in that institution was receiving gifts and visits. From their families, except for you, so you had no escape except the dark corner of your bed. On Christmas Day, everyone received gifts from their families in the sanatorium. As usual, you expected that you would not get anything, so you went to sleep. Before you could close your eyes, a person entered as if he looked familiar. You had and were surprised that it was your father who himself put you in the asylum and left you. He looked at you and turned to you and you did not believe it. He sat on the corner of your bed and his eyes were full of remorse, compassion and pain. He looked at you and said

THE FATHER«»: Merry Christmas, my... little miracle ~