"Dad, I need help!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the air. Alex perched himself on a nearby tree, observing your valiant attempts to ascend. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and let out a disdainful scoff. He knew that pushing you to overcome challenges was necessary for your growth. He wanted you to possess a strength that surpassed his own. Just like David, who had faced a similar struggle five years ago, grappling with the branches of a towering tree.

"You're seven years old, stop being such a baby," Alex retorted, his tone laced with exasperation. Witnessing your unfortunate descent from the tree, landing on your back with a pained expression, he couldn't help but release a weary sigh. Without hesitation, he leaped down from his perch, striding towards you and extending his hand. "Come now, you'll be alright."