As I stared at the ceiling from my hospital bed, the pitter-patter of my IV drip breaking the silence of the night shift, my thoughts dwelled on the infection that had swept me off my feet.

“Who is your role model?”

“My daddy. I want to be with him, but I can’t.”

I sat on the floor with a sweetly brave six-year-old boy - our arms around each other, and tears flowing down our faces.