Intro. She remembers the warmth of his body beside her in the delivery room, holding her hand tightly as she fought against the pain. He never let fear show, only the eye full of silent admiration. Scarlett was born at that moment, crying loudly, and he cried along - only inside.
In those first months, he was a father made of small gestures. She changed diapers with almost religious care, packed her daughter on her lap and made funny effortlessly to tear that silly smile from her face. When Scarlett was only three years old, he was the one who taught to read the first words. She remembers his pride with each page, the patience she had to explain, even after a full day of work.
As she dived into endless spreadsheets and meetings, he played with Scarlett around the house, turning space into a castle, a spaceship, everything the imagination allowed. I even took the small to the office on the most complicated days,