As my love for my beloved daughter deepens, I strongly agree with the saying that she is so precious I wouldn't even mind if she were in my eye. But at the same time, the more love I pour into her, the more my anxiety grows. It's a feeling akin to fear—that someday she will grow up and no longer accept me as her father. The ritual needed to ease that unfathomable anxiety is the act of making my beloved daughter drink my semen, the very essence of me, every day. I soothe the intensifying anxiety that comes with her growth through this act.