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    One afternoon, when Dora developed a high fever, Rachel’s anxiety peaked. She called Brian immediately, and without hesitation, he canceled all of his appointments, rearranged his day, and rushed over to them. By the time he arrived, Dora’s fever had spiked, and Rachel held her in her arms, overwhelmed with worry.


    Though Dora had experienced fevers before, this one was different—stronger and more persistent. The medicine had little effect, and Dora’s energy seemed to drain away, leaving her weak and listless.


    When Brian entered the room, his presence immediately drew Dora’s attention. She reached out toward him with an unspoken need.


    Without missing a beat, Brian scooped Dora into his arms, cradling her with the tenderness and care of a father who would move heaven and earth for his child. His calm and steady hands reassured them both as he swiftly took her to the hospital.


    It turned out Dora had a viral infection, more severe than initially thought. She remained in the hospital for five days, her condition gradually improving, until on the sixth day, the fever subsided and her health began to stabilize.


    Rachel, concerned about the risk of other infections in the hospital, prepared to take Dora home right away. In the past, she would have been the one to carry Dora home and care for her, but now, as the little one grew, her attachment to her father had deepened. Just as Rachel was about to lift Dora from the car, the girl shook her head and, without warning, leapt into Brian’s arms. “Daddy, I want Daddy. Mommy, I want Daddy.”


    With us,” she said, her small arms wrapping around him as though she wouldn’t let go.


    Rachel extended her arms toward Dora, her voice gentle but firm. “Dora, be a good girl. Come home with Mommy, and I’ll take care of you.”


    But Dora refused, shaking her head. “No, I want Daddy.” Tears began to well up in her eyes, and before long, she was crying in earnest, her small face drenched in tears as she wailed in distress.


    Rachel’s heart twisted at the sight, but she put on a stern front. “Sweetie, listen to me. You alwayse home with me. Why is it different this time? Why do you want Daddy?”


    The question seemed to push Dora further into her grief. Her cries grew louder, more frantic, and her face flushed with emotion. Her breath became jagged, and soon, a violent cough wracked her little body,pounding her distress. Rachel’s heart ached as she watched, her own feelings of guilt and sadness rising in waves.


    Dora wiped her tear-streaked face, her voice small and full of sadness. “Mommy, why do other kids have both their parents at home, but I only have you? I love you, Mommy, and I love Daddy too. I just want to be with both of you. Why can’t I have both?” The words came out in broken sobs, and she cried, her tiny body wracked with emotion.


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    Rachel turned away, her tears silently falling as she absorbed the weight of her daughter’s pain. She had never fully realized the depth of what she had unintentionally taken from her child.


    After a brief pause, she wiped her eyes and, with a deep breath, turned back toward Dora. “Alright, sweetheart. You can stay with your dad.”


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