Martin, a former firefighter and hero who saved dozens of lives, is struggling to save his own and provide for his daughter. He cannot find a new job because of his scars from an incident at work. He almost loses his house and daughter, but suddenly, one letter changes his life.
Martin, a forty-year-old man with a burn scar running from his face to his left leg, sat at the kitchen table, sorting through a stack of unpaid bills.
The pile seemed to grow every day, and its weight pressed heavily on his shoulders. Just as he sighed deeply, his ten-year-old daughter, Maria, walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep.
Martin quickly hid the bills in a drawer, forcing a smile onto his face. “Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?”
Maria noticed the worry lines etched deeply into his forehead. “What’s wrong, Daddy? You look upset.”
Martin shook his head, trying to keep his voice light. “Nothing’s wrong, honey. Everything’s fine. How about some breakfast?”
