All Kaydence had to say was, “Dada, can I get a chocolate croissant?” She hadn’t eaten for two days. I ran out of the hospital, found one, and brought it back. That chocolate croissant brought back her smile, her energy - and mine too. Sometimes, a father’s greatest joy is simply seeing his daughter smile and his greatest sorrow is seeing nurses poke needles into her veins to put her on drips.