It was one of those rare days when things were going good and I could almost forget that I had scares on my body. Dad was happy and had decided to get me a present, just out of the blue. It was a game that I had heard some people talk about at school. "The World," some kind of a virtual reality thing. Well it was something, not really like anything I had before but there was no reason I could see to complain. A gift was something that I didn't get a lot, especially from my dad.

It was nice, we had dinner like a normal family for once and for a while nothing was wrong with me. I was so happy. He actually said he loved me.

That night I cried, but for once they were tears of joy.