Another Monday morning. Noah and I had already gone for a walk, and I wanted to go to the capital to buy a few things, especially since my birthday was coming up—it would be a few days after Father's Day.

Speaking of Father's Day, I felt a wave of sadness. It would be another year without my hero. That feeling tore me apart—it was an unbearable pain—but I tried to focus on the present and forget the past so I wouldn't suffer twice.

I remembered I needed to print Noah's one-month photos. I would