The name of the miracle is father.

In 1948, on a ship crossing the Atlantic Ocean, there was a father with his young daughter, going to join his wife in the United States.

One morning, while the father was peeling an apple with a dagger in the cabin, the ship suddenly rocked violently. The father accidentally fell down and the knife stabbed into his chest. His whole body trembled and his lips turned blue instantly.

The six-year-old daughter was terrified by her father's sudden change and screamed as she ran over to support him. However, the father smiled and pushed away her hand, saying: "It's nothing, just a fall." Then he slowly picked up the knife, and unnoticeably wiped the blood off the blade with his thumb.

For the next three days, the father continued to sing lullabies for his daughter every night, tie her beautiful bows in the morning, and take her to see the blue sea as usual. It seemed like everything was normal, but the little daughter did not notice that her father became weaker and paler minute by minute. His gaze towards the horizon was filled with such sorrow.

On the eve of their arrival, the father came to his daughter and said: "Tell your mom I love her when you see her tomorrow."

The daughter asked curiously: "But if we will see her tomorrow, why don't you tell her yourself?"

He smiled, bent down and left a deep kiss on his daughter's forehead.

The ship arrived at the New York harbor. The daughter immediately recognized her mother among the bustling crowd and shouted: "Mom! Mom!" At this moment, there was a sudden outcry around her. The daughter turned back and saw her father had fallen down with his face up, blood gushing from his chest like a fountain, instantly coloring the entire sky red...