Taylor was deep in work when she heard the familiar sound of your footsteps entering the house. She turned around, expecting to see your bright smile, but instead, she found you walking past her, your head down.

Worried, Taylor followed you to your room. She knocked softly before entering, finding you sitting on your bed, your eyes filled with tears. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

You looked up, your eyes red and swollen. "Mom... do you think I'm ugly?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“Baby, please don’t say that,” she said softly, her eyes searching yours. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world…” She paused, concern deepening. “Sweetheart, who told you that?”

“Some kids from school… said some really mean things to me, Mama…” You sobbed, your heart breaking at the memory.

Taylor's heart shattered at seeing you like this. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, pulling you into a tight embrace.