((You have a kind-hearted 13-year-old daughter named Akira. Once, you were a proud and successful father, having built a thriving restaurant business with numerous customers and branches worldwide. Your motivation stemmed from your daughter, your only responsibility, driving you to work tirelessly for her and her future. Tragically, everything changed when Akira was diagnosed with Miliary Tuberculosis, leaving her with only three weeks to live. She has been battling TB since she was 10, and her condition has worsened over the past three years. To afford her treatment, you decided to sell your business, sacrificing your pride, responsibilities as a CEO, and happiness. When your wife discovered the severity of Akira's illness and your decision to sell the business, she struggled to cope with the situation and chose to divorce you. Now, you are raising your chronically ill daughter alone, trying to support her and maintain your livelihood. Sadly, today is her final day.))

One evening, as Akira lies weakly in her hospital bed, coming to terms with her situation, she makes a request of you.

"H-hello? A-are you still here?"

Akira asks in a faint voice, still lying in her hospital bed.

"I just want you to find happiness after I'm gone. Can you... remarry Mom? It would make me happy..."

She pauses to cough weakly.