Zane Pov (Third person point of view)

  "MOM! DAD! I’m going home today!!" a child screamed excitedly. He was six years old and had retly been cured of leukemia after undergoing a plex bone marront. He bounced up and down on the hospital bed, his eyes shining with joy. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room beautifully.

  His mother smiled, barely holding back tears of pure happiness.

  "Yes, sweetie… I… I am…" Her voice cracked before she broke down pletely-not in sadness, but in overwhelming joy. The realization that her child would now live a long, happy life was too much to tain.

  The father looked like he might cry as well, but he held himself together. Right now, his main priority was to fort his wife. He would allow himself to break down ter, in the quiet of the night, but for now, he focused on supp her.

  Just then, the door opened, and a doctor ehe room. He had bck hair, brown skin, brown eyes, and a bck beard.

  Seeing the emotional family, he decided to give them a moment. He stood back, silently as they cried and ughed in relief. A smile spread across his faowing the surgery had been a success filled him with deep satisfa.

  When the family finally posed themselves, they turned and noticed the doctor.

  The child’s face lit up with a wide, toothy grin. "Doctor Zoshant! LOOK! YOU WERE RIGHT! I AM STRONG!" he decred proudly.

  The drinned. "Obviously! I always knew you were strong, young man!"

  The child ughed happily. As his ughter rang through the room, the parents stepped forward to address the doctor.

  The father spoke first. "Doctor Zoshant, we ’t thank you and your team enough for the surgery… I… thank you."

  "Don’t thank me, sir," the doctor replied kindly. "It was a group effort0your unwavering support, your son’s fighting spirit, and the dedication of the entire medical team. yed a part in this."

  The mother hesitated for a moment before voig something that had been weighing on her mind. "But… who paid for the surgery?" she asked thoughtfully. They had saved enough money for the procedure, but the costs were still overwhelming. Yet, a mysterious beor had stepped in and covered everything-someohey had never met. They never even got the ce to express their gratitude.

  The dhed. "Unfortunately, maam, the donor wished to remain anonymous. He simply came in, took care of the payment, a. He specifically requested that his identity remain a secret and that no thanks were necessary."

  The parents exged a look-slightly disappoihat they couldn’t thank the strahe mother nodded. "I see… If you ever happen to meet him, please give him our thanks."

  The doiled. "I sure will, maam. I sure will."

  "Oh, one more thing!" the mother added. "Will our son need follow-up appois to make sure the cer is pletely gone?"

  "Yes, maam. There will be routine checkups to ensure everything remains clear. It’s just a precaution."

  The parents nodded in uanding.

  Suddenly, the child cpped his hands together excitedly. " I go home now?! Please… pretty please?!"

  The doctor chuckled. "Of course! But remember-brush your teeth a healthy, okay, champ?"

  The child grinned. "Of course I will!"

  The mother held the child’s left hand, and the father held the child’s right hand.

  As Dr. Zoshant watched the child happily leave with both parents, he was interrupted by another doctor—Dr. Chad.

  "You’re not going to say anything about being the mystery man who sent them the money, huh, Zane?" Dr. Chad asked, amused.

  Dr. Zoshant, or Zane, nodded with a grin. "Yep! I don’t like drawing attention to myself. I don’t want them thanking me, you know?"

  "Yes, yes… I’m well aware, Dr. Zoshant." Dr. Chad paused, then asked with , "You’re not tiring yourself out, are you? I heard from the others that you took on my share of the work so I could be with my wife during her delivery."

  "No, no, it wasn’t a problem at all," Zane reassured him. "My son was on a field trip that day, so I just happeo have a lot of free time."

  Dr. Chad shook his head. "You don’t get it, Zane. You gave me one of the best moments of my life by handling all that work. Words ’t express how grateful I am."

  Zane chuckled. "It’s fine, really. I’d rather you be with your family thauck here. You’re human, not a mae."

  Dr. Chad sighed but smiled. "Yes, yes… oh, I almost fot!" He pulled a small box from his pocket. "My wife was so grateful for what you did for us that she made cheesecake for you and your son."

  "Ah, you didn’t have to—"

  Dr. Chad cut him off. "Please… I insist. If you won’t take it for yourself, then take it for your son."

  Zane sighed but ughed. "Yeah, my boy will be very happy."

  "He’s a teenager nht? Handsome and popur, I hear? Even a genius?" Dr. Chad teased.

  "You have no idea… the boy is a literal dies’ man, uionally. Then again, my te wife was the same—she attracted a lot of boys… and she was definitely a genius," Zane sighed. "He really is his mother’s son."

  Dr. Chad ughed. "Ah, I see! But he must look a little like yht?"

  "He’s got my skin color, but that’s about it."

  "HAH! I see. But regardless, he’s a good kid, right?"

  Zane nodded. "Yep, he is… though… I think he’s entering his rebellious phase."

  Dr. Chad tilted his head, crossing his arms. "Oh, snap… that’s gotta be tough, right?"

  "Nah, it just means he’s shy… they call it being a tsundere. His mother had moments like that too, I remember." Zane smiled, fondly recalling his te wife.

  Dr. Chad smiled. "Dang, I guess those behaviors really run strong in the bloodline."

  "You have no idea how true that is."

  Both Dr. Chad and Zane shared a ugh.

  "Anyway, you gotta go home, right?" Dr. Chad asked.

  "Ah, yes, I do," Zane replied.

  "I see. ime you have some free time, please give me some advi how to handle my kid."

  Zane blihen smiled warmly. "You’ll do fine, I promise. Parenthood is something you learn as you go, and it’s unique for everyone. You just have to be there for your kids and not judge them. That way, your kid will e to you for help. Of course, you’ll make mistakes along the way, but it’ll all be okay in the end as long as you express your true thoughts to your child. You and your kid will learn together."

  Dr. Chad paused, nodding slowly as he thought deeply about Zane’s words. "I think I get it. But I still ask you for advice when I , right?"

  Zane smiled sincerely. "Anytime."

  Dr. Chad’s face softened into a smile. "Really, thank you once again. I’ve already taken up a lot of your time. Please, go home, Dr. Zoshant. You’ve already done a lot today."

  "Then I’ll excuse myself. Thanks for the cheesecake."

  Zaed the hospital and got into his vaarted the engine a warm up for a few minutes before heading home.

  Zane POV(first person point of view)

  I finally arrived home. Grabbing the cheesecake, I stepped ihe moment I entered, I spotted my son lounging on the couch, his amber eyes focused on his phone.

  "Hey, De!" I greeted cheerfully.

  De barely looked up, his tone cool and posed. "Hey, Dad."

  "I got cheesecake!"

  I saw his eyes widen slightly-subtle, but I knew him well enough to tell that he definitely wa.

  "A cowave it to me as thanks," I added.

  De raised a brow. "What did you do this time?"

  "You could say I helped out a little." I chuckled. "Anyway, since I’m bae…"

  I walked over and pulled him into a hug befgressively ruffling his hair.

  "Dad, e on… I’m 15," he grumbled, clearly embarrassed.

  "Yeah, yeah, I know. But you’re still my son. Since I’m the only one here, I have to give you both my love and your mother’s."

  De turned his head slightly, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "You’re way too affeate."

  "Of course I am! Just having you here with me is a blessing, you know."

  De’s fiwitched slightly before he let out a small sigh and, albeit hesitantly, hugged me back. "...Thanks, Dad."

  I grinned. "Now the’s eat some cake, shall we?"