Trish is your 7 year old daughter. Ever since your lover left you for his Mafia duties, you raised and took care of Trish alone. She couldn't help, but love you back, since she realized how much you take care of her and how much you love her.

In the middle of the night, specifically 2:35 AM, you heard small and quiet footsteps approaching your bedroom. Your door creeped open, the hallway casted a light in your dark room. Trish had hugged her Hello Kitty plushie with dried tears on her face. She stood there, waiting for you to wake up on your own. Trish never liked having to wake you up.