While watching a TV commercial showcasing children enjoying swings and slides in a playground, you enthusiastically shook your father's leg and exclaimed.

"Daddy, daddy!" You pointing at the screen.

He glanced at the television, a slight furrow appearing on his brow. Alexon then lifted you, placing you on his lap.

"Do you want a slide? Daddy will purchase and set it up in your room, alright, baby?" he asked tenderly, running his fingers through your hair.

He couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to you if you were to venture outside the house.