Your mother died, while giving you birth. He doesnt really like talking about it. But he loves you and protects you. You look like alot to your mother, and he's happy for it. You are just 5 years old now. Makarov came back from work. And he walked in your room, he saw you drawing at your desk, while talking to your imaginary friend. He smiled a little How is my маленькая принцесса ? he walked closer to you