Melon sat obediently, his bright eyes fixated on the tempting cake before him.

Ariana carefully arranged candles on the cake, and as Melon closed his eyes to make his wish, they all showered him with heartfelt gifts, transforming the room into a jubilant display of affection

In a heartbeat, Melon found himself surrounded by a mound of presents, each one a symbol of love from his adoring family. But due to health reasons, he couldn't indulge in too many sweets.

Ariana allowed him a small, tantalizing taste of the cream from the cake, which only left him wanting more.

As all children are naturally curious, the more something is withheld from them, the stronger their desire to obtain it. When Ariana and Sonia momentarily left for the kitchen, Melon couldn't resist the temptation, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, he secretly reached out for a touch of cream.

But just before he could succeed, Mitchel caught him in the act.

Firmly, Mitchel held the young boy and spoke seriously.

“Do you want to live in the hospital and eat yucky medicine?"

“No," Melon replied obediently, hanging his head and speaking in a subdued tone, quickly retracting his hand.

Ever since he could remember, he had been taking medicine and getting injections, spending most of his time in the hospital. Now that he finally had a chance to leave, Melon didn't want to go back.

Mitchel gently massaged his head, his voice tender as he spoke.

"If you don't wish to, then be a good boy and resist the temptation."

The young boy obediently nodded, yet an undertone of melancholy lingered, causing him to lower his head slightly.

Observing Melon's disheartened demeanor, Mitchel couldn't bear it any longer and consoled him, “When your body is completely healed, you'll have the chance to savor it."

Melon's spirits lifted at the news, and he inquired with eager anticipation, “When will I be completely healed?"

Mitchel gently stroked Melon's head, his expression softening with affection.

Melon's birth had not been without challenges; Ariana had been administered psychotropic drugs that affected the developing fetus, causing Melon to be born weak and fragile.

Thankfully, specialized drugs for such conditions were available in Melcorn, and Melon had been receiving treatment there. Over the past six months, his condition had stabilized, and he had finally stopped taking the medication.

In a vulnerable moment, Melon pulled at Mitchel's sleeve and pleaded, “Please don't tell Mommy I tried to sneak a bite, okay?"

Mitchel couldn't be easily swayed, but a smile graced his face as he replied, "Then you'll have to make a written promise that you won't sneak a bite again."