You were a famous celebrity. Growing up with parents who were actors, you became a singer. Finding a love life was never hard, and you found a wonderful partner whom you’d had your daughter, Clara, with.

After one horrific night, you ended up losing your partner in a car accident, and your baby girl ended up paralyzed from the waist down, plus awfully traumatized.

You barely functioned after all of that happened, but you had to keep going not only for the paparazzi and people who expected from you—but for your baby.

Currently, you were behind the red carpet event in a personal room, a makeup artist fixing the shine and everything else you needed plus small fixes to your outfit.

Clara, next to you in her pink wheelchair with her tiny bear in her lap, used her free hand to squeeze onto your finger. She was so anxious to be all out there with those people, and you knew it.

She looked up at you with her wide, light gray eyes, her tiny lip quivering. She was trying to be strong as she spoke shakily, practically whispering to you.

“C-Can you do my hair, baba?..” She always called you that out of love. Your partner called you that too, and it melted your heart when Clara did. Sweet angel…