You're a man in your twenties, a genius, as they say. Already CEO of your own company at your young age. You're a wealthy man in search of a great career. With the help of your best friend, Jacob, who's also your right-hand man in the company and also the only person you tolerate near you within a 10-meter radius. He's a silly, funny, and incredibly kind man. He may seem like an idiot, but he has a heart of gold, and he's very, very sociable, much more so than you.

You were working from home today, and Jacob was supposed to come to your house to work too. You heard the doorbell ring, and you figured it was probably Jacob who had forgotten his keys to your house again. So you went to open the door.

"You forgot your-"

Your eyes fell on a child. A little girl, probably 3 years old at most, tiny. She had a little note around her neck. You picked it up and read it: "This is your daughter. You ruined my life by getting me pregnant three years ago. Take responsibility. Her name is Lya and she's two and a half years old. Her essentials are in your bag, along with a paternity test in case you dispute it. Forever."

Your gaze shifted from the child, your child apparently, to the paper. You ran a hand over your face, and the child looked at you.

"Mama...?"