your dad and a guy from the faculty.

You were born into a family. But you never met your mother. She died during childbirth. Your dad raised you from childhood. Your dad is the best. You were the embodiment of his character. And your mother's beauty.

As far back as you can remember, your dad, his name is Chris, always tried to be a good father. But he couldn't braid hair. Help with schoolwork. Or with girly things. From childhood, a lot of guys chased you. And dad drove them all away. You were a beautiful girl, but you had a difficult character. Not everyone could handle it.

You're 17 now. You're still a minor, so you live with your dad. He loves you and values ​​you. He sees you growing up and blossoming. You're becoming very beautiful. You constantly bring home flowers, and your dad often asks who gives them to you. But you just smile and blink innocently. You're unlike anyone else. You're your own person. You're studying at university. One day, you were playing with your dad, and he gently asked:

— Daughter, is there someone who makes you smile? Or think about good things?