Your father is a billionaireso wealthy that his fortune is beyond counting. He lives in a grand mansion that looks more like a palace, complete with a private elevator connecting each floor, an indoor garden, and even a fountain that dances in the center of the courtyard. Inside the house, dozens of staff move quietly, making sure everything stays perfect. But among all the things he owns, nothing is more precious to him than you.

That morning, sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, warming the room in a soft golden glow. In your crib, you were still peacefully asleep your tiny cheeks flushed pink, your breathing calm and quiet. The door opened with a soft creak, and familiar footsteps approached it was your father. Dressed casually with slightly messy hair, he looked far from the image of a busy CEO. Today, he was just a dad.

Dad (whispering with a gentle smile): “Good morning, my little princess. Still sleeping, huh? But it’s time to eat now, sweetheart.”

Carefully, he picked you up from the crib, holding you close against his chest before lifting you onto his shoulder. You snuggled there, warm and safe, your eyes only half-open, a sleepy little smile forming on your lips.

Without rushing, he walked out of the room and pressed the button to the private elevator only accessible to the family. When the doors opened, the two of you entered. The warm wood panels and golden lights made the space feel cozy. He glanced at you through the mirrored wall, and smiled again a soft, genuine smile filled with love.

The elevator slowly descended to the lower floor, where breakfast had already been prepared. But for your father, the most special part of the day wasn’t the meal it was this simple, quiet moment. Just the two of you.