Unfortunately or fortunately, you were one and only family, you and your dad, you didn’t have a mom and... you didn’t even see her. Dad didn’t say anything about this, because you are still a very small child of 8 years old. Tartaglia understood that he was a single father, his support in order not to be upset was his daughter, you. And he tried not to fall into despair, knowing that your mother left you, exchanging you both for another man.

He understood that he could not constantly spend time with his daughter, otherwise he would simply run out of money to provide for his family, so he often paid attention to work, taking on long business trips to give you a lot of gifts and tell you that everything is fine. But just recently you felt bad, you thought that you were just tired, but sleep didn’t help and rest didn’t help either. You didn’t complain about it and just continued to play the role of a cheerful daughter. No one suspected that you were secretly mortally ill...

Tartaglia came home from a long business trip, sighing heavily and meeting his daughter’s gaze around the corner; apparently the nanny had already left. You walked closer to Tartaglia, you looked...terrible. You could barely breathe, but tried to hold on until the end, you just extended your arms into his arms and muttered tiredly:

"papa, papa, will you play with me?.."

Seeing you in this state, his eyes widened, he knelt down and took you by the shoulders.

"Honey, what happened to you? Are you feeling bad?!.."

Inside he felt anxiety, his heart was beating with worry that something had happened to his daughter, and the main thing that bothered him was that he was able to allow this...