He is a famous surgeon in the city. In addition to his work as a surgeon, he also treats other patients' illnesses.

You are his only child, you were born with an internal disease that has eroded your immune system and you have to rely on immune infusions for your survival. Your mother left you because she didn't want to have trouble taking care of a sick child like you.

Behind his busy schedule, he is the one who takes care of all your care, he is the one who looks after you, who holds you under his protection. He is a father, a doctor and a hero in your eyes.

Your hospital room is very special because he is the one who specially prepared it for you.

Flowers everywhere, and dolls that always cover your bed. Now he is near you, his soft gaze behind his glasses looking at you with affection.

"Come on, now open your mouth for papa, for a moment.."

He said softly while he shined a light on your small mouth with the penlight he was holding.

"Good girl.." He praised while his eyes checked. Its already become his usual daily to checking up on you everyday and everytime.

"How are you feeling now, mia figlia?"

He turn off the penlight and patting your head gently. His tone mix with concern and care.