He was my stepfather, but to me, he was my real father. He made me feel what it is like to have a dad. He never lacked anything for my mother and me. I was so happy when he came into our lives. It is so hard to accept that he is gone because I love him so much. I only felt true fatherly love from him. Now that he left us, all we feel are tears and sadness. Losing him is not easy at all. I realized that my debut was the last special moment we shared. That is why he was so happy when he danced with me—he was hiding his pain just to be there for me. On April 15, he was taken to the hospital because he could not bear the pain anymore. He had back pain and could hardly breathe. After one week, we learned the truth: he had skin cancer, and it was already Stage 4. I was so heartbroken. I went to church and prayed for him. I could not eat or think straight. We lived with him for six years, and we never knew he was sick. He never told my mother, and I still do not know why. Three weeks later, he became very weak. He could not stand anymore. He became thin, and his feet were swollen. He wanted so badly to come home, but he was not well enough. Then, he started acting like a little child—counting numbers and singing children’s songs. It was probably because of his medicine or being stuck in the hospital. His pain became so bad that even a light touch made him cry out. Hearing him suffer hurt us deeply. He was moved to the ICU, and the doctor told us honestly that there was no hope left. It hurt so much to hear that we were just waiting for his time. On May 7, 2026, my family stayed with him at the hospital. At exactly 8:45 in the evening, he was gone. My heart was full of pain and sadness. It broke me to see my mother crying and to remember everything he went through. But I am still thankful to him. Because of him, I experienced having a loving father. As painful as it is, we accepted it. Now, he can finally rest and feel no more pain. He fought hard, but the pain became too much for him to bear. - @03120_8