Robert Mitchell was a hardworking construction worker who loved his daughter Lily more than anything in the world. Every morning, he would wake up at 5:00, make breakfast for his little girl, and kiss her forehead before leaving for work. Robert’s wife had died when Lily was just 2 years old, leaving him to raise their daughter all by himself. Lily was not like other children. She had terrible asthma that made it hard for her to breathe, especially during the cold winter months. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night coughing and gasping for air. Robert would hold her in his arms, singing soft songs until she could breathe normally again.
The medicine that kept Lily healthy was very expensive. Robert worked as many hours as he could, but construction work didn’t pay enough to cover all of Lily’s medical needs. He had already sold his car, his watch, and even his wedding ring to pay for her treatments. One cold Tuesday morning, Lily woke up with a terrible fever. Her small body was burning hot, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Robert touched her forehead and felt panic rush through his body like ice water.
“Daddy,”
Lily whispered, her voice weak and scratchy.
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