"Marianne… don't ever thank me for caring for you. Because it is my blessing to be able to do so."
'... Oh…'
"... If anything, I am who should thank you for letting me care for you, sweetie. You are my precious child and all I want is to pamper you. Do not burden yourself with things like gratitude for something that doesn't deserve it… As your Father, this much is your right... Also… if I can't have these lovely conversations with you, it all means nothing to me....."
'... I see… so this is a basic for a parent…'
"... You almost died, dear."
'..... I...What?!'
"… That's why… Marianne, it is me who thanks you. I… I had faith that you wouldn't… but… dear… don't be sick anymore... let me care for you while you are healthy and lively.... your condition… your condition does not matter to me if I can have you with me… So... please be healthy and happy… because that is what I live for, my little bird…"
"…"
