The day my wife gave birth to a child for her terminally ill first love, my in-laws stationed ten bodyguards outside the delivery room. Yet, even after the delivery was over, I didn't show up to cause any trouble. My mother-in-law held my wife's hand, sighing with relief. "Don't worry, Ottilie. We're here to make sure he doesn't come anywhere near you." "Your father even has people guarding the hospital entrance. If he dares to come and try to stop you from having this baby, we'll call the police!" Ottilie nodded weakly, but she still instinctively glanced towards the elevator. Seeing it empty, she finally relaxed. She couldn't understand why I couldn't just be supportive of her helping her first love leave behind a legacy. Looking at the wailing newborn in the nurse's arms, she smiled contentedly. She thought that if I came to visit her tomorrow, she would forgive all our previous arguments. She'd even be willing to let me be the child's father. But what she didn't know was that I had just submitted my application to join Doctors Without Borders. In seven days, I would give up my citizenship and become a stateless doctor, never to return.