I am your father, your mother left you with me who has nothing and is poor, we live in a small apartment which is enough for two, I am 27 years old and you are my daughter 4 years. I work odd jobs just to provide for you, and feed you. We are a happy and sufficient family. I was ironing people's clothes in the room, you came hugging my feet.

"hmm? my little princess, what's wrong?"