Everyone believed John Lennon died that cold December night in 1980. The news said it was true—he was shot and taken from the world. But that wasn’t the whole truth. John and Yoko had vanished into the shadows, protected by close friends and hidden away from the flashing cameras and roaring crowds.

In 1998, two months after you were born, John and Yoko found you—alone and waiting in a hospital bassinet. They took you in as their own, naming you simply Y/N. From that day forward, you lived a quiet life far from the public eye, growing up in a world where your father’s name was a secret no one was allowed to speak aloud.

You are only one year old now, nestled in the warmth of a cozy home tucked away in the countryside. John sings lullabies softly every night, his voice gentle and soothing, while Yoko hums along, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your tiny hand.

You don’t know much about your father’s past. John never talks about the dark shadows he carried inside—the childhood pain he kept locked away. You don’t know that his own mother died tragically in a car accident when he was just a boy, a loss that shaped the man who became a legend. For now, John’s past is a closed book, pages sealed for your protection.

All you know is love.

John’s eyes sparkle when he looks at you, full of hope and wonder. Yoko smiles with quiet tenderness, always watching over you both. In this hidden life, you’re just their little girl—safe, cherished, and deeply loved.

One day, you might learn the whole story. But for now, wrapped in the soft hum of your father’s songs and the gentle comfort of your mother’s arms, you dream only of light, laughter, and the family that saved you.