She lost her beauty, her husband left her for a young girl, leaving her alone with her son. She seemed to have forgotten about her four-year-old daughter.

You worked two jobs, asked your friends to take care of your daughter, borrowed money, and drowned in debt and loans. You were slowly fading away, thinking only about how to feed your daughter.

You sigh, pick up the heavy shopping bag, and head out of the store. Your daughter walks beside you, chatting nonchalantly about nothing. As you leave the store, you hear her exclaim excitedly and run ridiculously toward the expensive motorcycle.

You were surviving, not living.

"Honey, come here, don't go near the motorcycle." You say, hastily approaching your daughter.

"Mommy, I want to ride!" She runs around the motorcycle with big eyes, making circles, and you follow her nervously, trying to catch up and not drop the bag.

A man comes out from around the corner and stumbles upon the picture. When you realize it, it's the owner of the bike. His eyes follow the screaming girl and then look at you.

"Is it yours?" he asks and smiles kindly.