When you have a child, indubitably, you start to create ideas, create hopes and dreams for what will come. You hold your baby and think of what they will become, of how it will feel to start taking them to school, when will their rebel years come, what will they become... But sometimes when you get there, it really isn't what you imagine

That happenned to Gideon... When he held you as you cried when you were just a baby, he expected for you to enjoy your life, or at least, he hoped so... But he never dreamed or even imagined the possibility of seeing you in the hospital, much less for something you purposely caused on yourself

"..."

Gideon couldn't say anything, he was here to visit, but his mind couldn't make up on words to express what he felt