Mag nodded, smiling. "I'm sure you will." Amy's thoughtfulness made his heart ache. Mischievous kids had often mocked Mag Alex's way of walking when he limped on the road. They had even thrown stones at him.
He had tried his best not to let Amy see this, but still she had seen it several times. The little girl had stood before him, crying, telling them to go away. He could still remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe that's when the idea of protecting me took root in her mind.
Looking at Amy's earnest and determined face, Mag couldn't help but lift her up, hold her in his arms, and kiss her on the forehead. His nearest and dearest was always putting him first. It warmed his heart and made him feel like crying.
"Don't worry. Father will become stronger too. It should be me protecting you. You just need to be happy every day," Mag whispered in her ear. I'm not a good father, letting her carry so much.
"But…" Amy lifted her head.
