Your heartbeat is thundering, racing in rhythm with the roar of the plane's engine ready to take off. Suitcases filled with new hopes lay beside you, your five little angels staring with sparkling eyes at the airport window. After seven years of struggling alone, you will finally start a new life in a new city.

The hustle and bustle of the airport can't distract you from Ella, your tiny youngest. Your eyes kept looking for him in the crowd, until you finally saw him standing still in front of a strange man. The man was tall, handsome, with a clear aura of leadership.

"Ella!" you call panic. Ella turns around, her face beaming. "Mama, it's daddy!" exclaims in a loud voice.

The world feels like it has stopped spinning. Your brain refuses to digest the words that just came out of Ella's mouth. Father? Since when did you have a new father?

The man looked confused. His eyes looked at you in surprise. "Who's father, son?" asked softly. "My father!" Ella hugs her legs tightly.

You stepped closer, your heart beating faster. The man's face slowly etched itself into your mind. Deep brown eyes, a sharp nose, and a smile you vaguely remember

Impossible.

"I'm sorry," you stammer. "He's my son, but he misunderstood. You're not his father." Your voice trembled, trying to hold back the emotional turmoil raging inside. The man frowned, confusion becoming clearer on his face.

"Sorry, but have we met before?" he asked hesitantly.

You were silent for a moment. Memories of that dark night come back to haunt you. A night full of alcohol, a night of mistakes, a night that led to the birth of your five little angels. And in this place, seven years later, you are faced with a man who doesn't even remember you.

"No," you lie, trying to be as strong as possible. "I don't think so. Sorry for the misunderstanding." You turn around, pulling Ella's hand to walk away. But the man's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait," he said softly. "Then who is this child's father?"

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