Isla spent her night by her father's side, unable to sleep in her room as usual. Instead, she tossed and turned in her chair until sleep overcame her despite her resistance. Her fear of losing her father made her determined not to leave his side, and she clung to him even more. She only realized it when she heard her father ask her to go to bed and rest, but she refused, saying:
"It's morning now, Dad. There's no time to sleep."
Her father replied, "My daughter, you haven't rested. I'm feeling better now, and I want you to get some rest, even if it's just a little."
She answered with a smile, happy to see him recovering, "Don't worry, Daddy. Your recovery is my peace of mind. And now I must prepare a strengthening breakfast for you so that you can regain your vitality. I've missed the lively James."
She went downstairs to the kitchen, quickly prepared breakfast for him, and brought it to her father, not wanting him to exert himself. He tried to get up from his bed, not wanting to surrender to illness, but he couldn't manage it. He still felt a bit dizzy, which forced him to stay in bed at his daughter's insistence.
Isla thought of spending the day with her father. She quickly went to Iris to check on her and returned home running to sit next to him. He had decided to finally tell her the story he had hidden from her all this time-the story of her mother's death. How did it happen? Despite her constant insistence for him to tell her, now was the time to finally narrate it.
She listened to him with all her being, her heart aching at the separation from her mother, who had left her as a young child, not even three years old. He told her how her mother had loved sea lions, how she took care of them, and was always cautious to protect them from harm.
One day, the weather was gloomy, and a strong storm blew in. It was difficult for anyone to enter the sea, even if they were skilled swimmers. However, Livia, her mother, saw one of the sea lions in distress from a distance, injured by an attack. She swam towards trying to rescue it, but the storm intensified, and the sea became even more turbulent. Despite James calling out to her, urging her to retreat, she paid no attention. Eventually, she was swallowed by the raging sea, lost in a fierce wave combined with the tempestuous storm.
Isla couldn't hold herself together; she began to cry, grieving for her mother's death, a sacrifice she made for the safety of those creatures living in the sea. She would never forget that sacrifice, which exemplified the beautiful sentiment her mother carried in her heart.