Becoming Her Superhero
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I thought I could control everything—money, power, and even the lives of others.
I wasn’t.
My son looks at me like a stranger.
“Anya is dying. Where were you?!”
I can’t answer him.
Because I see her now.
My daughter. So small. So pale. Barely holding on.
She whispers:
“…Sorry, Dad. You’re too late.”
I wasn’t.
My son looks at me like a stranger.
“Anya is dying. Where were you?!”
I can’t answer him.
Because I see her now.
My daughter. So small. So pale. Barely holding on.
She whispers:
“…Sorry, Dad. You’re too late.”













































