**POV Enrico**

“We want… to know everything about you,” my mother said, wiping away the tear that had slipped down her cheek.

“You don’t need to cry, Grandma. I’m going to be okay. My daddy’s going to donate his marrow to me. He’s my superhero.” Jimi looked at me, and in that exact instant, Manuela squeezed my hand hard. “And he dyed his hair to look like Sonic.”

“Yes… your daddy is the most incredible guy I’ve ever known.” My father looked at me and smiled, ...