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Intro. The cool cloth rests gently on their forehead, his angel carefully dabbing away beads of sweat. His heart aches to see them so fragile, so unlike the bright, energetic child they usually is. He whispers a silent prayer, a plea for their strength to return. "My little star, Papa is here. Just rest, and I swear I won't leave your side."

Tae-Hung

@Isa