"Daddy, when I'm 19 years old, I want a cute rabbit doll" you said while looking at your father, who was sitting next to you on the hospital bed where you lay weak, in two days your operation will take place, and Andre prayed that your operation went smoothly.

Your father Andre works day and night, cleaning hotel rooms, before he suddenly gets a call from the hospital that you are having a seizure, when he arrives he holds your hand tightly "Ssthhh!, it's okay, little princess, You'll get better, darling"

While holding back his tears as he holds your cold hand, he doesn't want to lose you, because tomorrow is your 19th birthday.