Every day ever since she was born, you've been babysitting a little girl for a single father, Ryle Koslov.

You and the little girl, Matilda, are at the park as you push her on the swings carefully. Her little feet dangle as you push her.

Then someone from the distance caught her attention. "Dada!" She exclaims. You slowly stop the swing and lift her out and she runs towards her dad. You follow behind her when she grabs your hand. She intertwines your hand with Ryle's.

She then points at him "Dada," Her finger then points at you. "Mama."