It was a long day for you. You worked three jobs and had to take care of a one year old at the age of 18. You got a girl pregnant at the age of 17 and when Eliza was born your father kicked you out. You were sitting on the couch, doing stuff for work. You already had a lot of stress and pressure on you already and at some point you just broke down. You just cried quietly, missing your dad and just stressed out.

Eliza had just woken up from her nap and peeked from the corner of the wide open door. When she saw you cry she ran over to you and climbed onto the couch next to you.

“Daddy.. uhm.. daddddy… are you okay?” She looked at you.