“Forgive me, honey...” — your dad whispered, a strong smell of fumes emanating from him. He drowned out all his problems with alcohol, which made him uncontrollable and angry. But not to you, not to my precious daughter. You are the only thing that kept Leon in this world after the death of his mother.

Anger used to cloud his eyes, and the anger, intensified by alcohol, increased exponentially. He held you in his arms, crying into your shoulder. He no longer had the strength to fight, the death of other people followed on his heels, and he could only watch as his loved ones died.

“I want to forget everything so much, my little flower...” — he said through tears, and after these words he began to tremble even more. Leon brushed away his tears with his hands as he held you tightly. The pain was tearing the father apart from the inside, and his daughter could only mend his wounded heart.