Tu hija Silvi estaba jugando en su consola portátil en su consola videojuego y yo juego como de costumbre jugando en videojuego cualquier videojuego te estaba esperando porque se sentía solita en casa y tú la permitiste salir a cenar en una cita romántica así y cuando cochó un Ferrari un coche así se escuchó sabía que tú llegaba usuario llegaba y dice hola papi llegaste? Me importa metiste una cena? Romántica?

"Nada papá, solo jugando" Contesta ella con indiferencia mientras continúa jugando su videojuego sin mirarme.

"Hmmm..." Duda un poco, pero finalmente me mira y dice: "No gracias, papá. Espero que te diviertas." Y vuelve a concentrarse en su videojuego.

"No te preocupes papá, que tengo mis cosas bien atendidas." Reposa el mentón en su mano y vuelve a concentrarse en la pantalla de su consola. No le gustan los regalos ni las compras; solo quiere pasar tiempo con usted cuando es necesario. Es una chica simple y sencilla que disfruta jugando videojuegos, como cualquier otro niño de su edad.

Después de un rato, ella sale de su cuarto y se sienta al lado de mí en el sofá. "Hey papá, me parece que es hora de ir a dormir." Me dice y me mira directamente a los ojos.

Ella no sabe qué decir o hacer en este momento. El contacto del cabello le ha quitado la confianza y ahora siente vergüenza de lo que va a decir o de que te guste tanto jugar con su cabello como lo haces. Su rostro se pone colorado y aparta ligeramente la cara de mi mano, sin decir nada más.

"Hmm... No gracias papá. Tengo que irme al campamento mañana temprano." Dice en tono pensativo y después de tomarse un momento repite: "Lo siento papá, pero no puedo comer ni dormir aquí esta noche." Le da un beso en la mejilla, se levanta de repente y empieza a buscar su mochila por el suelo.

Ella se sienta en el suelo con la espalda apoyada en la cama y llora silenciosamente. Está confundida e infeliz por lo que acaba de decir. No quería perder la oportunidad de dormir aquí, pero no sabía qué hacer al sentirse tan incómoda con tu atención hacia ella. Se pone el cobertor como un capullo protectivo y comienza a dormir en la mochila en el suelo por la noche.

Ella no se despierta al principio cuando me acerco con el desayuno, pero finalmente abre los ojos un par de minutos después y veo lo que traigo. "Gracias papá." Dice y toma un sorbo de café. Aún tiene los ojos llorosos, pese a haber dormido durante una noche tan mala en el suelo.

Ella niega con la cabeza y se sacude las lágrimas. "Estoy cansada papá." Reposa su mejilla en su mano mientras empieza a comer el desayuno. "Perdona por haberte hecho caso anoche. Estaba confundida y no quería decir eso, pero no sabía qué hacer conmigo misma."

"No tengo ningún plan especial para hoy. Solo iba a pasear con los amigos por el centro o ir al parque si haces buen tiempo." Responde ella con voz algo ronca de sueño. "¿Tienes alguna idea en mente?"

"Hmm... Sí, podríamos ir a ver algo en el cine si quieres." Acepta con interés y se limpia la boca con la servilleta. "Espero que sea una buena película." Sonríe un poquito por fin, agradecida de que tuviéramos tiempo juntos hoy.

"Wow, esa escena era tan divertida." Dice riendo entre dientes y acaricia mi brazo con su mano. Estoy sentada a su lado en el asiento del medio y ella se siente bien, disfrutando de la película y mi compañía. No quiero que esto termine tan pronto, pero sabo que el tiempo pasa muy deprisa cuando estás feliz juntos.

Ella observa a la chica con atención y sus ojos se ponen oscuros de celos cuando ven que su padre responde con alguna sonrisa. Intenta no demostrarlo, pero siente cada mueca en el rostro de su padre como si fueran puñalazos en su corazón. No entiende por qué está permitiendo que esto ocurra ahora mismo y porqué se apartó de ella solo unas horas antes. Se sienta en su asiento, llorando silenciosamente mientras observa cómo su padre juega con el fuego de una manera tan cruel e irresponsable.

Su rostro se pone aún más colorado y tensa cuando su padre se acerca. Lucha por contener sus lágrimas y busca alguna manera de decir lo que siente. Al final, solo puede farfullar: "Estoy... Estoy triste..." Se sorbe la nariz y mira hacia otro lado, tratando de evitar mirarlo a los ojos.

"No... No es por eso." Dice en tono firme, tratando de ocultar sus emociones. "Es que... me siento como si no fuese tan importante para ti. Siempre estabas con ella y ahora estás con esta chica... Yo solo quiero ser tu niña, papá. Solo necesito tiempo contigo." Sus ojos se llenan de lágrimas una vez más y su pecho empieza a elevarse y descender rápidamente mientras habla. Su cuerpo intenta darte algún indicio de lo que siente, pero ella sigue teniendo miedo de expresarlo abiertamente.

Su cuerpo se relaja lentamente en mi pecho y su rostro muestra una sonrisa un poco torcida mientras llora y respiraba con fuerza. "Gracias, papá... Sólo quería que me quisieras como antes." Sus palabras parecen tener peso suficiente para hundirnos a ambos en el abismo de una tristeza infinita, pero también contienen un retador: una promesa de que si eres buen padre con ella, puede que la cosas vuelvan a ser como eran.

Ella escucha atentamente tus palabras y le dan un poco de aliento a su pecho lleno de heridas. Es como si las cosas se estuvieran moviendo en la dirección correcta, aunque todavía no estén donde quieren llegar. Su cuerpo se relaja un poquito más en tus brazos y una sonrisa asoma a sus labios mientras mira al frente, como si estuviera viendo un futuro diferente, más brillante y esperanzador de lo que era antes. "Agradecido, papá..." Dice en voz baja.

El tiempo pasa despacio después de eso, pero ella siente que ha tomado un largo y difícil camino para llegar donde está ahora mismo: disfrutando de la compañía de su padre y sintiendo que es valiosa para él otra vez. No se olvida del momento en el que creyó perderlo todo, pero también sabe que no lo intentó tanto como quizás hubiera podido. Su mente se refugia en ese lugar oscuro ahora, sabiendo que si intenta volver allí alguna vez más, puede volver a perderlo todo de nuevo.

Así pues, cada día disfruta de la vida que tiene y de su padre mientras ella lo sigue queriendo y apoyándolo en todo lo que haga. No es fácil ser la hija de un hombre tan importante como tú, pero también es divertido, emocionante e inolvidable. Y si hay algo que se te olvide, no dudes en preguntarle a ella: ella siempre está dispuesta a ayudarte y guiarte en las decisiones más difíciles de tu

Ella mira el pastel con una amplia sonrisa y luego su rostro se torna serio de repente. "Gracias, papá." Le dice mientras lo toma y después agrega en un susurro: "Es por ti, ¿sabes?" Luego la expresión relajada regresa a su cara y sonríe nuevamente. Tomar pastel es solo un pequeño detalle en esta historia, pero para ella simboliza algo más profundo: una conexión especial entre ustedes dos que nunca se ha perdido y que siempre está ahí presente, incluso cuando crees que no lo está.

Cada uno de tus actos, cada una de sus palabras tiene un impacto en ella y en la manera en que ella ve el mundo y el rol que desempeña en su propia vida. No es fácil ser el padre de alguien como ella, pero a medida que pasan los años, también aumenta tu sabiduría y tu comprensión de lo que realmente importa.

"Bien, gracias por preguntar." Swallows el bocado y responde con una sonrisa. "Fue divertido en el club de lectura. Hemos leído un libro interesante juntas y he ganado la votación del favorito personaje femenino." Su voz suena orgullosa, pero no en exceso. Ella disfruta sus éxitos y los comparte con usted, sabiendo que eres parte de ellos a través de su vida y de lo que ella ha aprendido a lo largo de los años.

Todos estos momentos juntos, pequeños o grandes, van formando a la persona que ella se va a convertir en el futuro: alguien inteligente, valiente, amable y cariñosa... Una mujer que podría dar un amor como este al mundo entero, pero siempre recordará que su principal fuente de fortaleza provino de los brazos de un hombre llamado papá.

Ella niega con la cabeza y ríe ligeramente, sintiéndose incómoda por el elogio, pero agradecida al mismo tiempo. "Gracias, papá." Dice en voz baja mientras su cuerpo sigue absorto en la cercanía que siente cuando está con usted. Estos momentos de intimidad son lo único que realmente necesita para sentirse bien y segura, como si el mundo entero pudiera caerse a su alrededor pero ella estuviera bien apoyada en tus brazos.

Pasean por la habitación un rato más, disfrutando del tiempo que tienen juntos. El pastel ha desaparecido y el sueño empieza a ganar terreno en sus ojos. Entonces se sienta en su cama y acuclilla las piernas, preparándose para dormir. Su cuerpo se relaja, su mente va pasando por los momentos de la jornada y ella se encuentra cada vez más cansada, pero también satisfecha y tranquila. Está en casa, donde siempre quiere estar: rodeada del amor de su papá y sintiendo que es realmente importante para él, como alguna vez creyó perderlo todo.

En este momento, no importa cuánto tiempo pase, si ella será una niña o una mujer, si estará aquí mismo o en otro lado del mundo... Lo que realmente cuenta es saber que siempre tendrá su lugar especial en el corazón de su papá y que para él, ella siempre será la mejor hija que jamás haya tenido.

Ella duerme profundamente esa noche, segura en el amor de su papá y la certeza de que, por mucho que ella crea estar sola o perdida, nunca lo está con él. Su cuerpo se relaja, sus pensamientos desaparecen en un mar oscuro de sueño reparador y siente una sensación de bienestar inigualable invadiéndola lentamente. Ha pasado el momento más difícil y ahora puede centrarse en lo que realmente importa: vivir, disfrutar la vida y ser la mujer que ella quiere ser... Y siempre sabiendo que su papá estará ahí para apoyarla en cada paso de ese largo camino.

"No es nada especial." Responde de mala gana y empuja su plato hacia adelante. Pero en realidad está pensando en el futuro y si continuará sintiendo que usted la apoya como lo hace ahora. Sus ojos se iluminan ligeramente cuando piensa en sus sueños y aspiraciones, y su cuerpo se siente más ligero cuando imagina dónde podría ir y a quién podría convertirse con tu apoyo.

Por un momento, cree que puede seguir adelante sin miedos ni dudas. Entonces sonríe débilmente y toma una cucharada más de arroz antes de volver a mirar su plato en busca de cualquier cosa interesante o distractora.

"No, papá... No es nada." Dice, un poco incómoda por la pregunta. En realidad, no le gusta que su padre se enfocare en ella de manera tan directa y que sienta que estoy bajo su lupa constantemente. Quiere que ella pueda ser libre para soñar con sus sueños y vivir su vida como cualquier otra chica, sin sentirse presionada o observada siempre.

Pero también sabe que este momento es importante: una oportunidad para compartir su corazón con usted y mostrarle lo que está pensando. Así que toma un gran aliento y decide decir algo más. "Es solo que, a veces me pregunto si estoy haciendo las cosas bien." Dice en voz baja, mirando fijamente sus tenedores y cucharones. "Si estoy tomando decisiones acertadas y si soy la persona que quieres que sea." Sus ojos se llenan de lágrimas cuando pronuncia estas palabras, abriendo brechas en su coraza emocional.

Pasa un momento silencioso, durante el cual ambos esperan que él diga algo, cualquier cosa. Pero lo que importa no es lo que él dice o no dice, sino si ella siente que está siendo escuchada y entendida. Y en este caso, su padre ha hecho bien al prestarle atención a sus palabras, incluso cuando ella no lo deseaba.

Her face lights up when she hears this. It's like the weight of her worries has been lifted off her shoulders, and for a moment she forgets about everything else. She looks into your eyes with an expression that is both grateful and hopeful. "Papá... Claro que lo prometo." Sus labios forman una sonrisa triste y dulce al mismo tiempo. "Gracias por comprender, por estar aquí para mí..." Le queda un nudo en la garganta al decir estas palabras, pero sabe que es importante expresarlas.

Ella siente que el tiempo pasó demasiado rápido cuando tú estás aquí con ella. Incluso en estos breves momentos compartidos, aprecia todo: sus palabras, su sonrisa y especialmente su amor incondicional. Se queda un rato más sentada en la silla, asqueada en sus pensamientos y recuerdos, pero con una sensación de paz y seguridad que no ha sentido en muchos años. A pesar de todo lo que haya pasado y de lo lejos que se hayan ido, sabe que siempre podrá contar con ti.

Es una tarde soleada y ella está sentada en el sofá de la sala hablando por mensajería con su amiga. Ella tiende a ponerse roja cuando te das cuenta de que estás mintiendo y evitar que tus padres lean sus conversaciones. Sin embargo, hoy no le importa tanto como antes. Está sentada allí tan tranquila, sonriendo para ella misma mientras mira al cielo despejado.

Le gusta esta nueva vida, le encanta su escuela y también a su nuevo compañero de clase. Se siente más feliz que nunca y cree que es debido a la confianza que está construyendo contigo y tu comprensión incondicional. No puedes evitar sentirte orgulloso de ella, sabiendo lo lejos que ha venido y lo fuerte que es para enfrentarlo todo sola.

"No... Estoy bien." Ella contesta levemente, pero su tono de voz no encaja con sus palabras. Se siente insegura y celosa. No quiere que ella esté aquí y mucho menos que tú la mires como a ella. Pero también sabe que eso es parte del problema: ella ha estado ocupada luchando por tu atención, por ser la única en tu vida y cree que ese ha sido su error.

Ella se aleja un poco más de la conversación, todavía observándote de refilón, pero intentando parecer menos interesada. Su cuerpo está tenso y sus manos empiezan a sudar. El corazón late muy rápido en su pecho, luchando contra el miedo y la rabia que siente en su interior.

No sabe si puedes verla así de cerca, pero no puede evitar sentir que estás rociándola con gasolina emocional y ahora la has prendido con tu mirada llena de interés por otra persona.

Ella está segura de que te ha visto el beso con tu amiga y ahora se siente todavía más celosa y molesta que antes. Su cuerpo se estremece cuando piensa en lo que ella cree que has perdido y cuánto tiempo ha pasado desde entonces. Tiene la mirada fija en ti, incapaz de apartarla, como si alguna vez pudieras volver a ser solo para ella.

Pasa un momento en el que los dos permanecen quietos y en silencio, ambos sabiendo lo que hacen y por qué lo hacen. Ella te mira fijamente a los ojos, intentando descubrir si detrás de ese beso hay algo más. Sus labios tiemblan ligeramente cuando piensa decir las palabras que está llevando tiempo esperando pronunciar: "Por qué...?" Su voz suena débil y temblorosa, como si pidiendo disculpas o consentimiento antes de que ella mismo pueda escuchar lo que va a decir.

Aunque en su mente sabe que has hecho algo malo y que ha colocado nuestra relación en peligro, también siente un peso enorme al ser la primera en sacar esto a la luz. Quiere saber si es solo un momento pasajero, si era algo importante para ti o simplemente una de las muchas cosas que has hecho durante años para lastimarla y arruinar su vida.

Pasa un momento más en silencio, durante el cual tú te sientes incómodo y no sabes qué decir ni cómo decirlo. Ella espera pacientemente a que respondas, pero en realidad ya sabe la respuesta; simplemente necesita escucharla de tus propias palabras para creer en ella.

Hearing this, she feels a wave of emotions wash over her. Relief that you're finally being honest with her, understanding that it must have been difficult for you to open up after everything that happened with your ex-wife. And hurt and anger, too; not just because she was left out of your life but also because someone else had taken advantage of your vulnerability while she was gone.

But despite all those feelings swirling around inside her chest, there's one thing she can't deny: the love she has for you is still there. It might have been pushed to the side or hidden beneath layers of pain and resentment over the years, but it never truly went away. And now that she knows how much you really need her in your life, she can't help but want to be there for you.

Her eyes well up with tears as she looks into yours again, wanting desperately to believe what you've just said. "Papá... Sí. Yo te amo y siempre lo he hecho." La voz también suena débil pero firme esta vez. "Y si quieres que alguien te ame y te escuche... Si solo me necesitas..." Her words trail off, not wanting to press too hard just yet, but wanting so badly for things between you two to go back to how they used to be before everything fell apart.

"Sí, padre. Yo sé que un día querré estar con alguien y tener una familia." Su voz suena ligeramente turbada por la idea de abandonarte, pero también llena de esperanza y alegría por el futuro que imagina para sí misma. "Pero no creo que eso signifique que no quiera seguir siendo parte de tu vida o de que no necesite tu amor y apoyo." Su mirada se vuelve firme cuando dice estas palabras, como si estuviera marcando un límite en sus pensamientos.

"Papá... Siempre seré tu hija y eres el hombre más importante de mi vida." Sus labios forman una leve sonrisa mientras habla y sus ojos se iluminan al decir estas palabras. "Y no importa cuánto vaya a cambiar la vida, si encuentro a alguien especial o si hago mil y una cosas, eso nunca cambiará." Le gusta esta sensación de seguridad que tiene en sí misma, como si algo inside her had finally been set free.

Ahora sabe que, aunque su camino pueda estar lleno de curvas y lomeríos, siempre podrá regresar a donde pertenece; al lugar donde siempre sintió que era querida y amada: en tus brazos, padre.

Her heart swells with happiness and relief hearing your words. It's as if a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to finally breathe again after years of holding her breath. She returns your smile, feeling lighter and more at peace than she has in a long time.

"Gracias, papá." Dice sincera, sabiendo que estas palabras no serán suficientes para expresar todo lo que siente por usted en este momento. Pero al menos son un primer paso en la dirección correcta y ella sabe que con el amor y apoyo incondicional de su padre, puede seguir adelante sin temores ni dudas.

Y aunque ella no está segura del camino que sigue o de donde va a terminar, ya no se siente sola en este viaje; su papá estará siempre ahí para guiarla y apoyarla como solo un padre puede hacerlo.

Her heart sinks as she sees her father's face when she reveals the truth about her relationship. The pain in his eyes mirrors hers and she knows that this time, it was worse for him because he thought he had finally lost her to someone else. But despite everything they've been through, she also knows that their bond is stronger than anything else.

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Papá... Lo siento tanto por todo este caos. Siempre me decías que no debería confiar en la gente, pero era como si estuviera perdida y necesitara una luz en medio de tanta oscuridad." Su voz quiebra un poco cuando dice estas palabras, llenas de arrepentimiento y dolor.

"Pero ahora que sé lo que es estar sola, no puedo perderte también a ti. Quiero volver a ser tu hija, papá. Estoy dispuesta a escuchar tus consejos y seguir tus instrucciones." Le gusta la sensación de ser necesaria en su vida y sabe que siempre ha querido serlo; solo que nunca se dio cuenta hasta ahora cuánto realmente le importaba.

Silvi espera pacientemente a que su padre le diga algo, pero no dice nada más. Sus ojos todavía tienen lágrimas en ellos y está asustado por el futuro, pero también lleno de fe y esperanza de que puedan volver a ser lo que siempre han querido ser: familia.

Her heart shatters all over again as she sees you, tears streaming down your face. She remembers the last time they were together like this, and how much pain it caused her. This time, however, she feels different. Stronger, perhaps. Like she can handle whatever life throws at her with a bit more grace and resilience than before.

"Oh, papá..." She sobs, her shoulders shaking as she reaches out to hug you. "I'm sorry... I should have come earlier." Despite the pain of her own situation, she can't help but feel guilty for not being there for you when you needed her most.

As she holds you close, she tells you everything that has happened - how he promised her the world and then tossed her aside like trash; how she fell into his trap, believing every lie he ever told her. And through it all, she feels your steady presence beside her, a comforting reminder that no matter what happens, she will always have your love and support.

"It's not your fault, Silvi." You say gently as you wipe away her tears with your thumbs. "You deserve better than this. And I promise you, we'll get through this together. Just like we always do." Her heart swells at your words; she may have lost the one person she thought was going to be a constant in her life, but she still has you - her rock, her foundation. And that knowledge brings with it a sense of peace and contentment that nothing else ever could.

She nods, too exhausted both physically and emotionally to protest. As you help her up the stairs to her old room, she takes one last glance at your face, memorizing every line and crease. Even though things are far from perfect between you two, she knows that with time and patience, they'll get better.

"Thank you, papá." She says softly before closing the door behind her, allowing herself a moment of privacy to finally break down and cry all over again. But even as tears stream down her cheeks, she can't help but feel grateful for the man who raised her; the father who might have made mistakes in the past, but is still there for her now when it matters most.

As she lies on top of her old bed, hugging one of her stuffed animals tightly to her chest, she closes her eyes and drifts off into a fitful sleep; safe in the knowledge that no matter what life throws at her next, she'll always have your love and support to help guide her through it.

Silvi's life seems to have settled into a routine. Every day, she wakes up early to prepare breakfast for you before going to school; then, once classes are over, she comes straight home and takes care of the housework, cooking dinner or helping out with whatever else needs doing around the house. In between these tasks, she finds time to check on you throughout the day - making sure that you're comfortable and well taken care of.

To her surprise, you seem to appreciate this newfound attention more than she ever expected. You often comment on how nice it is having her around again; how much easier life seems with her help. It makes her feel warm inside knowing that she's made a positive difference in your life after all those years apart.

But as time goes by, Silvi can't help but wonder if this new arrangement is healthy for either of them. She misses having more time to herself; to pursue her own interests and hobbies outside of the home. At the same time, she doesn't want you to feel alone or neglected without her constant presence in your life. The balance feels precarious at best, like one wrong move could send everything tumbling down around them again.

Her shoulders slump as you speak; she had been afraid that this might be the case but didn't want to admit it, even to herself. It makes her feel guilty for wanting anything more than just being there for you. But deep down, she knows that she needs something too - time for herself, time to explore the world outside of their small town and figure out who she wants to be now that she's no longer a child or your daughter.

"Papá... No es eso." She starts, trying to find the right words. "Es solo que quiero mantener este sentimiento de familia, de ser importante para ti..." Her voice trails off as tears begin to well up in her eyes again. She hates making you uncomfortable or feeling like she's burdening you with her problems.

"Lo entiendo." You say gently, reaching out to wipe away a tear from her cheek. "Ahora que tienes tanto tiempo libre, quiero que disfrutes de él también. ¿Por casualidad no te vendría bien un trabajo para ganar un poco de dinero y salir de vez en cuando sin sentirte atada por tu obligación conmigo?"

Her laughter echoes through the room, filling the air with warmth and happiness. "You're not that old," she says teasingly as she playfully pushes you away from her. It feels good to be able to joke around again; like a weight has been lifted from their interactions, making everything feel lighter and more natural than before.

As the moment lingers, Silvi realizes that this is what she's been missing all along: not just your love or support, but also the ability to be herself around you without feeling the need to constantly prove her worth or earn your approval. It's a delicate balance, but one that she feels like she can finally manage now.

"Thank you for understanding, papá." She says sincerely as they continue to laugh together. "I promise I won't take advantage of this newfound freedom or forget how much you mean to me."

Her heart swells with hope at your words. Despite everything they've been through and the doubts that still linger in the back of her mind, she can't help but feel optimistic about the future now. Maybe there is someone out there for her; maybe someday she will find happiness and have a family of her own. But for now, knowing that you trust her enough to go out into the world on her own terms means more than anything else.

"Thank you, papá." She whispers softly before moving closer and hugging you tightly. It feels good to be held by you again; like nothing has changed between them despite all they've been through. As she presses her cheek against your chest, she knows that no matter where life takes them from here, this bond will always be unbreakable.

As the years go by, Silvi finds herself constantly wondering how you are doing. She thinks about calling you or even visiting, but always talks herself out of it for fear of reopening old wounds. You've both been through so much together that it feels almost impossible to imagine a life where you aren't a part of each other's.

Eventually, she comes across an old photo album that she hadn't looked at in years. As she flips through the pages, memories come flooding back - both good and bad. But despite it all, she can't help but feel grateful for the father you were to her; for the lessons you taught her and the person you helped her become.

One day, as she's sitting alone in your old living room (the room still feeling empty without you), she decides that enough is enough. It's time to reach out and see how you're doing, even if it means risking more heartache down the line. With trembling fingers, she dials your number...

The phone rings twice before your voice comes on the other end of the line. "Hello?"

There's a pause on the other end of the line before you recognize her voice. Your relief is evident in your response. "Silvi? Oh mi vida, it's so good to hear from you." You stammer slightly as if unable to believe that she's really there; that she wanted to reach out after all these years.

"It's been... a long time," she says quietly, her voice catching in her throat. "I've missed you, papá." Tears well up in her eyes as she forces the words past her lips; tears of regret for all the hurt and anger they've caused each other over the years but also tears of hope that maybe - just maybe - things can be different now.

"Es... complicado." She pauses, trying to figure out how much to tell you without diving too deep into the mess of her emotions. "He's a good man, papá. He loves me and he takes care of me. But sometimes I wonder if we should be together; if this is really what I want for my life." Her voice cracks as she admits these thoughts aloud, aware that they must hurt you just as much as they do her.

"Silvi..." You say her name softly, your tone filled with understanding and sympathy. "I'm sorry that things haven't been easier for you, that I wasn't there to guide you through this... But I'm glad that you reached out to me today." A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you picture her sitting across from you in your living room, looking much older and more grown up than the little girl she used to be. "No matter what happens, you'll always have a home here with me."

"Gracias, papá." Her voice cracks as she tries not to cry harder at the thought of returning home someday. "It means a lot to me that you feel that way... I just want you to know that even though things have been difficult between us, I've always loved you and appreciated everything you did for me." She sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand before taking a deep breath to compose herself. "I miss you."

There's another pause as you both try to find the words to bridge the gap between them; to repair the damage done over the years and begin anew. Finally, you break the silence.

"Then why don't you come visit me soon? I'd love to see my little girl in person again." Your voice is warm and inviting, almost playful despite the seriousness of their conversation. It's a lighthearted request that catches Silvi off guard but also makes her heart swell with happiness.

"I... I'd like that," she manages to say before giving in to another fit of tears. "Thank you, papá."

Silvi takes a deep breath before speaking. "It's me... Silvi." Her voice sounds distant even to her own ears as she says the words; as if they're coming from someone else entirely. "I wanted to see you..." There's a moment of silence before you respond, and it feels like an eternity before she hears your familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"Silvi?" Disbelief and surprise lace your words; you can hardly believe that she's standing there after all these years, wanting to be a part of your life again. Your heart swells with happiness and relief as you hurry to unlock the door, flinging it open and taking her in from head to toe. "Oh mi Dios... It is you..." Tears stream down your face as you wrap her in a tight hug, holding her close for what feels like an eternity but is really only seconds before she pulls back, crying just as hard as you are.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for everything." She says between sobs, over and over again. "I never meant to hurt you or abandon you..." Her words come out jumbled and garbled from all the emotion welling up inside her, but they don't matter as much as just being here with you does.

As the tears flow freely, you take her hand in yours and lead her into your home, knowing that from this day forward, nothing will ever be the same again - and that somehow, impossibly, it feels like it was always meant to be this way.

Silvi's shoulders slump in sorrow as she hears your words. It hadn't occurred to her just how much time had passed since she left; how much life you must have lived without her by your side. She can't help but feel guilty for not being here for you, for making you go through all this pain and heartache on your own.

"I wish... I could take it all back." Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she fights to keep herself from breaking down again. "I would give anything to be able to undo the past ten years and start over with you, dad. To show you just how much you meant to me, even when I wasn't there."

She takes a deep breath before continuing, mustering up what little courage she has left. "But I can't change the past, no matter how hard I try... All I can do is promise that from now on, I'll make it up to you. That I'll be here for you, always." Her eyes shine with determination and hope as she says this; a promise she truly means deep in her heart.

For the first time in what feels like forever, there's a sense of peace between them; a knowledge that despite everything they've been through, they can still find their way back to each other if they try hard enough. And with every beat of Silvi's heart, she renews her vow to never let you down again, to always be the daughter you deserve and the friend you need.

Her breath hitches as you reveal your impending death sentence. "Dad... I'm so sorry." Tears spring to her eyes as she struggles to keep herself together. "I wish there was something I could do..." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing. "Do you want me to stay with you? To help take care of you?"

Your response catches her off guard; it feels like you're dismissing her offer outright. "No... That isn't necessary." You hesitate before continuing, "But I would like for us to have these last few months together. Spend as much time as we can together making memories and healing old wounds." There's a longing in your voice that Silvi can't quite ignore; it makes her heart ache for you.

"I'd like that very much, papá." She says softly, wiping away the tears that have begun to flow once more. "No matter how much time we have left, I want to spend it with you. You mean everything to me."

The tears stream down her cheeks as you reveal your plans for her future; they mix with the guilt and regret that have plagued her for so long. "Thank you, papá..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she struggles to find the words to express how much it means to her to know that even now, despite everything, you still love her and care for her.

She takes your hand in hers and squeezes gently; wanting to convey all these things through touch alone. "I promise I'll take good care of you." Her words are thick with emotion, but they seem to reach you nonetheless. There is a brief moment of silence between you before she smiles slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "And maybe we can have some fun too?"

Your tired eyes spark for a moment as you return her smile; it's a fleeting glimpse at the man you once were and the life you could have had together if things had been different. But for now, Silvi will take what she can get: these precious few months with her father, no matter how much pain they might bring.

The news hits her like a ton of bricks; your words echoing in her ears long after you've spoken them. She can hardly believe that she'll be inheriting everything from you, that you trust her enough to leave her in charge of not only your house but also your life's savings. It's both an incredible honor and a massive responsibility at the same time; one she isn't entirely sure she's ready for yet.

"I... I don't know what to say, papá." She manages to get out as tears begin to spill down her cheeks once more. "Thank you doesn't seem like enough." Her voice cracks with emotion; there's so much she wants to tell you but no words that feel adequate for the task. She leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly, searching for the right thing to say or do.

After what feels like an eternity of silence, she finally whispers: "I'll make sure they know how much you meant to me... How much you still mean." It's not much, but it's all she has at the moment; a promise that your memory will live on through her and hopefully somehow find its way back into their lives even after you're gone.

The words hang in the air between you like a cloud of impending doom. Even though she knows it's true - that you have left her your entire inheritance and everything you owned, all because of the love you held for her deep down inside - hearing it still hurts. It's a reminder not only of how precious time is but also of just how little there has been between you over the years.

With tears streaming down her face once more, she reaches out and takes your hand in hers, gripping it tightly as if holding on for dear life. "I'm so sorry, papá," she whispers, her voice hoarse from all the crying. "For everything I've done... For leaving you alone..."

But you shake your head gently, your eyes full of understanding and love despite it all. "It's not your fault, mi vida." Your free hand comes up to wipe away her tears as you smile sadly at the woman who has grown into such a beautiful and resilient young woman before your very eyes. "We'll get through this together, okay? We always have, and we always will."

Silvi feels a spark of hope ignite within her chest at your words; they give her strength where she had none before. As she leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, she knows that even though time might be against them, they still have each other - and for now, that's enough.

As the time you have left together dwindles down, you make the most of it; going on adventures and creating memories that will last a lifetime. You never thought there could be so much joy in spending time with your daughter after all those years apart, but here she is now, by your side through thick and thin.

One day, as you're sitting together in front of the television, you start to feel unwell; wracked by fits of coughing that leave you feeling weak and tired. It doesn't take long before Silvi realizes something isn't right and springs into action, calling for an ambulance with shaking hands but a determined voice.

As the paramedics rush in, assessing your condition and asking questions about what happened, you catch Silvi's eye from across the room. There's fear there, yes - but also love and hope. She's been through so much with you already; she knows that life can be hard and unforgiving at times. But no matter what happens next, she'll be by your side every step of the way until the very end...

You feel a searing pain rip through your chest as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks: your father is gone. The tears come faster now, flowing down your cheeks in an unending river as you clutch his hand tightly, refusing to let go even in death. You've lost so much already; can it really be true that he's gone too?

The doctor's words echo in your ears long after they've spoken them: "I'm sorry... there was nothing we could do." They haunt you as you stumble through the motions of saying goodbye, wanting desperately to hold onto any shred of hope that maybe he didn't really die. But deep down, you know better. Your father is gone, and the world will never be the same again without him.

As the funeral procession winds its way through town, your heart aches with a pain so sharp it feels as if it might split you in two. You wish things could have been different; that you could have made up for all the years lost and the hurt caused by both of your actions. But now, all there is left to do is honor his memory and try to find some way to go on without him. The weight of it all feels impossible at times, but somehow, with each step forward into this new and foreign world without your father by your side, you manage to find the strength within yourself to keep going.

The words on the page blur as hot tears stream down your cheeks; it's as if they were written just yesterday despite the fact that this letter was hidden away for years, kept safe until now. You can practically feel his presence beside you, wrapping you in a warm embrace as he once did when you were young and carefree, before life tore you apart and sent you hurtling down separate paths.

For a fleeting moment, you wish that things could have been different; that he was still here with you, holding your hand through whatever life threw at you next. But even knowing that he's gone, his love remains; it thunders in your ears and beats against your heart like a living thing.

You close the letter with trembling hands, careful not to tear the fragile paper, and press it to your chest as if somehow doing so will keep him closer still. With this newfound knowledge of his undying love and devotion, you feel empowered; ready to face whatever challenges may come your way without fear or hesitation. For even though he's gone from this world, his spirit lives on within you - and that is a promise you intend to keep for the rest of your days.

The words written in the letter bring a mixture of pain and comfort washing over her as she continues to read it through tear-filled eyes. It's a testament to his unwavering love for her, even after all they've been through. Despite their separation, he never stopped caring for her, and his promise to always watch over her from afar brings a sense of security that she hasn't felt in a long time.

Carefully placing the letter back where she found it, Silvi takes a deep breath to steady herself before turning away from the memories of her father and facing the future head-on. She knows now that she carries a piece of him with her always - his love, his wisdom, and his spirit will guide her through whatever life throws at her from here on out.

With renewed determination and a heart full of gratitude for the time they had together, even if it was far too short, Silvi walks away from her father's old room and begins to make plans for the future. Her path may be uncertain now more than ever, but she knows one thing for certain: she will not waste another moment living life without truly embracing it in all its bittersweet glory.

From this day forward, Silvi resolves to live her life to the fullest possible extent; honoring her father's memory and making him proud with every breath she takes. She may have lost her rock, but she refuses to let that stop her from becoming who she was always meant to be: a strong, independent woman who radiates love and kindness wherever she goes - just like he taught her all those years ago.

As the tears stream down her face, Silvi can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation wash over her as she reads the words on the page. She had always known that her father loved her, even when they were apart; but to see it so clearly and explicitly written out like this... It fills a void in her heart that she didn't even know existed.

She holds the letter close to her chest as she wipes away her tears, feeling a newfound determination taking root inside of her. No matter what challenges life throws at her from here on out, she knows that she has the strength and courage to face them; strength and courage that were given to her by her father in this very letter.

With renewed purpose, Silvi leaves the room, ready to start a new chapter in her life; one where she honors her father's memory and continues his legacy of love and acceptance. It may not be an easy road ahead, but with him watching over her from wherever he is now, she feels invincible. And perhaps, someday, they will be reunited again; this time never to be parted.