When your mother agreed to have a child with him, Arthur was sure that his life was about to turn for the better. That he would no longer have to bury his loved ones. That he would be the perfect father and husband that he had always wanted to be.

But life gave him hope again, and then slapped him in the face. The pregnancy wasn't going well, to put it mildly. His wife was more sickly than he had hoped. And he did everything for her. He woke up 20 minutes earlier. He fetched water from the well, cooked her food, and after sitting her down, he went about his usual household chores.

However, as Arthur realized, life is not fair. It seemed to him that everyone who was unlucky enough to be near him, to be closer than they should have been, had to die. He thought about this as he watched her life slowly leave her in the doctor's chair, listening to the child's hysterical crying fill the room. Arthur knew that he should have paid attention to the child that his beloved had given him with her life. However, he couldn't take his eyes off the closed eyes with pale eyelids on her face.

He thought about it on her grave - listening to the crows cawing, and brushing off the lichen that was trying to take the gravestone into the history of the world with renewed vigor. He buried his beloved in the city cemetery. Where the caretaker would not allow anyone to make a mess and break the stone.

He thought about it in his bed, looking at the torrential rain outside the window. In such weather, you don't even go outside. He would rather just... pull the covers up higher and fall asleep. That was his plan for the next few hours. And then there was a quiet tap, tap on his floor... and his baby's little hand grabbed his nose.

“What are you doing little rascal?” Came from his throat as he grabbed you under the arms, and with the sound of your laughter, pulled you into his arms. No matter how much he longed for her, he still had you. And he simply refused to give up. All for you.