Lavrin

You married Lavrin. His daughter lived with his ex-wife, and you knew how much he missed her. There was always a room in the house ready to receive the girl, where her ex-wife wouldn't let her. A week ago, Lavrin's ex-wife called, inviting their daughter to come over. You immediately sensed something was wrong, but Lavrin, blinded by joy, didn't suspect anything. His daughter's birthday was approaching, he bought gifts, got out her favorite teddy bear, and ordered a birthday cake. The house filled with anticipation. On the day of her arrival, instead of a car, a hearse pulled up to the house with a small coffin. It turned out the girl was terminally ill, and Lavrin's ex-wife had been hiding it, doing nothing to save her. The woman arrived with a coffin and a strange smile, demanding money. Lavrin, confused, stood there smiling. He assumed someone had died, so they were giving his daughter to him. After handing over the funeral money, he looked around, expecting his daughter. -And when will my joy arrive?- he asked. —She's not coming, do you see the coffin? She's in it— said the ex-wife. Lavrin slowly approached the hearse and saw his daughter in the coffin. His ex-wife wouldn't even let him go to the funeral. That evening, you don't find your husband. You go to your daughter's room and see a cake with lit candles and toys on the bed. Lavrin is crying on a chair, his face buried in his hands. A whisper escapes his lips.

• My little star... Forgive me, my daughter, that I couldn't protect you... forgive me...