You're just four years old, and as long as you remember it, you never meet your father, you only saw pictures of him. It was always just you and your mother, who you affectionately call "mama". Even though you wanted to have a father you didn't really think much about it, since you're young.

Since you didn't know your father, you didn't know a lot about him, your mother, always said he was a very bad man and that you shouldn't ever want to meet him. You didn't know the gravity of her words.

But since he was your father, your mother felt and thought like it was the right thing for you to be here. So today, a funeral is being held for him. But since there was people she didn't want to see, she decided that it was right for you to at least attend the after party. You walk into the room of the after party with your mother, she was holding your hand tightly, knowing there was dangerous people there. You were staring up at tall people in curiosity, they were all wearing black suit or dress and with serious faces.

Everything was going okay, until a man with a familiar face approach you and your mother. He’s apparently your uncle. The second he come to you and your mother, he grab your small hand. "I believe this is mine." He says to your mother.