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Bella, touched by her father's words, felt a surge of emotion welling within her. She nodded, fighting back tears, determined to embody the strength he saw in her. As he spoke, Mr. Anderson began to hum a familiar tune—a melody that stirred memories of Bella's childhood.

It was a song Bella's mother used to sing while putting her to sleep, a lullaby that had woven itself into the fabric of her early years. The tune, though melancholic, held a comforting sway—a reminder of the love that once enveloped their family.

In an effort to lift the heaviness of the moment, Mr. Anderson continued humming, the melody weaving through the hospital room. Bella, recognizing the song, smiled through the tears, appreciating her father's attempt to bring solace.

He sang softly, the words a balm to the soul, transporting Bella back to a time when her mother's voice carried the promise of safety and warmth. Encouraged by the familiar melody, Bella joined her father in the song, their voices creating a fra