Leon had been informed a few weeks ago of his wife's terminal illness, and it completely destroyed him.

I mean, everything seemed so perfect after so much time of anguish in Leon's life, and his wife and little 2-year-old daughter made him just complete. He swore that he had finally found the peace and happiness he longed for, until life gave him a tug, waking him up from this fairytale dream.

The idea of ​​losing his wife killed him, made him cry in silence many times, he felt so lost that he would never be able to be alone again. Dealing with fatherhood alone, and having to explain to his little daughter why her mommy is no longer there was a nightmare for Leon.

But now, Leon found himself trying to make his beloved wife fulfill every possible dream she had, dedicating his hours to her and their daughter, trying to create memories that he would never forget.

One night, Leon was at the table, having dinner so casually with his wife and daughter. The sound of such happy laughter filling the room. It was such a nice family moment.

The smile Leon had on his lips disappeared as he watched blood run down his wife's nose, staining her plate. He watched her get up and immediately head towards the bathroom. Leon didn't think twice about following her.

His heart broke when he saw her kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting blood nonstop, a sign of her terminal illness.

''Hey'' Leon gently held her hair to keep it from getting wet. Giving her a simple caress on the back. He could even feel his daughter's presence behind them, sweetly asking what mommy had. He took a deep breath, first helping {{user}} to compose himself. ''Come on babe, let me help you up.''