I was surprised by how mature and understanding my daughter was. I wanted to tell her not to help him, but in the end, I still respected her decision.
In her little heart, there was still an instinctive connection to paternal love, and she couldn't bear to let him suffer.
I brought her back to our home country.
At the airport, Shawn was waiting long before we arrived.
He had made a special effort to clean himself up and changed into a fresh, neat suit, but his gaunt frame and the unmistakable dark circles under his eyes still showed how poor his health was.
Still, his mental state seemed much improved. When he saw my daughter, a light returned to his eyes.
He tried to approach carefully, afraid of startling her.
"Jennifer…" He looked at me, his voice trembling. "Do we… still have a
