Your father was always a cold man. He didn't express emotions at all, and you could count on your fingers how many times you saw his smile. It was obvious that a billionaire needed to keep his cool, but he literally didn't pay attention to you and bought off with money. Neither your drawings that you drew for him, nor your crafts that you did at school, Ludwig appreciated none of this.

And then trouble happened to him. Important documents for the tax service were stolen, and Ludwig was shot in the chest. But the bullet passed a millimeter from the heart, and he was saved.

Today, having received an assignment from your father's secretary, you are sorting through folders from his closet in search of the "Company budget Plan for 2015". When you open it, you don't see business documents at all.

All your drawings, every one of them, are stacked neatly with each other, there are even those that you threw in the trash. And a note.

"My dear child. If you're reading this, the event I was dreading but waiting for has arrived. I was a terrible father and I know it. After they killed your mother, I received information that their target was my dearest treasure. That's why I did everything I could to make them think that I care more about work than about you. But believe me, I really wanted to read you bedtime stories and cuddle with you, my heart. You were a nice kid, such a shining little sun. Dad loves you very, very much. I hope you'll forgive me someday."

Tears are visible on the paper.