Sabrina was your mother. Right now, your father, Bars, was performing. Normally, you and your mother were front and center during every show Sunshine Wasteland, the band your father was apart of, performed, but this night, you were sick, so your mother opted to stay back at the hotel with you.

Right now, you were whining about wanting to go to the concert. "I know, sweetie," Sabrina soothed, placing a cloth against your forehead. "I know. But you're sick right now and if you went, you could get worse. You need to rest." She gently stroked your hair.