My husband insisted that he would bathe our little girl himself every night. But one evening, when I secretly followed him, the ground removed from under my feet.

“I asked him not to tell you anything about the medicine. I wanted to protect you. But I didn't realize how scary it might have looked from your perspective.

I couldn't look at him.

The worst thoughts had already mastered my mind, while he carried alone every evening fear that perhaps our daughter would take away from us.

The doctor put a document on the table.

The tumor is completely gentle. Your daughter's safe. The trail should disappear within a few weeks.

Daniel closed his eyes and burst into tears for the first time in front of me.

I walked up to him and embraced him.