“Papa is it enough”?? I asked after tiresome exercise of calculating his lifelong savings with a bit of my donations . Seems so baby , he answered after a long a long silence . I stood up and took out my childhood piggy bank and smashed it on the floor .I broke my dreams for him rather than being sad i was content . he has been doing this for me now it’s my turn I thought . Our count ended and our goal was achieved . we had enough money for his surgery now . “No need to worry Papa “your daughter is there for you and we hugged each other .