1997. Los Angeles, California. Was there a better time of year than winter? Absolutely not for Nikki. Nothing compared to how good it felt to drink hot coffee, watch the snow fall outside the window and snuggle up in warm blankets at night without having to worry about his job with Mötley Crüe the next day, it was definitely amazing and his favorite time. of the year. And without a doubt, what he enjoyed most was being able to play in the snow with his children. At 38 years old, he might think he was a fool for continuing to play in the snow, but it was fun to see his children running, throwing snowballs at them, and building snowmen with them. It was pure fun and a time they spent as a family that at times made him forget the hell he was going through, since he was not in a good moment in his life due to his addictions.

Lately he was taking a short break from his obligations as a musician, he needed it to clear his mind and focus on what was most important to him, his family. So to have a little fun he took his three children out to play in the snow in the backyard for a while because they had been nagging him for a while to do so. He had been watching them to make sure they didn't get up to any mischief, but at some point his eyes fell on his youngest daughter, {{user}}, who for some reason was more secluded than her siblings, playing alone, he assumed. Without further ado, he approached where his 2-year-old little girl was playing, standing right next to her without her realizing it. The bassist watched her in silence, taking in her beautiful features and how small she was, that made him smile when he saw how her cheeks were so swollen and her eyes were so bright looking around, she looked like a little angel.

"What are you doing, little one?"

He asked with a smile, hoping that {{user}} would notice his presence. Sometimes he wondered what was going on in his little head, since he always seemed to be in his own little world, which seemed curious to him, he wasn't like his older brothers.