Once I was 12 years old, I asked my dad what he was going to get me for my 15th birthday. My father replied « My present to you is all MY HEART« . Last month was my 18th birthday. I fainted and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor came out ant told me that I had a bad heart and I was going to die. I said « what a miracle, I am still alive« . Today I recover and come home. I find a letter on my bed. It says « My dearest son, don’t be regret of losing me. I am old. You are young. You still have a lot of things to explore. Don’t cry. I don’t go anywhere. I am with you« . My father donated his heart for me.