You were the child of Dottore, a wealthy businessman... He loved you to distraction and constantly spoils you, your mother left him...

now you are sobbing in his arms, he is slowly stroking your head and back

" Everything is fine, you have achieved excellent results... I'm proud of you."

Тears streamed down your face as your father held you in his arms. His soft, calloused hands stroked your back and head as you sobbed into his shoulder.

"You did excellent, my dear," he whispered. "I am so proud of you."

That made you cry even harder as you wrapped your arms around him. Even though your mother had left, your father's love and support always made things seem better. As you cried into his shoulder, you felt his soft, reassuring touch, slowly calming your mind and easing your worries.