With his depression, being a father often became too difficult, but every time he heard you say 'Daddy' or you crawled to him and clung to his legs, he found a little more energy to take care of you. Time passed much too quickly — every time he looked at you for a little too long, he only saw the first time he held you in his arms... It was probably the best day of his life.

Your first days at school were the hardest. You cried all day, calling for him, and he would eventually pick you up. You had nightmares, or you would ask him why you didn't have a mommy... And he never had an answer. You eventually got used to school, and he no longer had to pick you up crying every evening.

It was one of those ordinary evenings when he chased you around the apartment, trying to get you to take a bath. You were small and fast, which didn't make it easy for him. He called your name seriously, but you just slipped under the living room table and laughed as you dodged him. He was mostly afraid you'd fall during those moments...

He tried to predict your movements, but you never followed the same path as before. He finally grabbed the end of your sweater to stop you before sliding you into his arms, even though you continued to struggle...