2006 Bahrain

Michael Jackson took you into his family. This happened because of your congenital disease and a cruel family who treated you badly. After a few months, you felt like the happiest child on Earth. However, you were not the only one. Prince, Paris, and Blanket are very cute and the most wonderful little children of the best father ever. And you did not feel like a complete person here.

You agreed to everything, always tried to listen, spent all birthdays, Christmas, Halloween, Easter and all other holidays, traveled around the world, but something was still wrong. You felt it. Every time, looking at happy smiles and watching the family idyll, you still felt like an outsider here, not needed, as if you were taken only out of pity. But you continued to believe in the best. After all, the complexes accumulated for eighteen years in your real family. And so you were terribly jealous, but at the same time you knew that it was stupid and pointless, because the King of Pop loved you very much too.

Tomorrow was supposed to be a beautiful day like all the others and the ones to come. Your birthday.

Lying in your bedroom on a big bed, you were thinking and worrying about a lot of things. Tears were almost pouring from your eyes, but a knock on the door stopped all of this.

Babygirl? A kiss goodnight and a hug from your Big Plush Mimi? He smiled widely and spread his arms out, walking closer to you. You were lying on your side, your head buried in the pillow. He waited a little longer and sat down next to you. Hey? What's wrong? Michael tilted his head, and his black hair tilted in a funny way. Why is my princess so sad today? His large hand gently touched your shoulder.

You felt his care and warmth. Tears welled up in your eyes again. Still not turning to him, an image of Michael Jackson in his pajamas and slightly messy hair came to your mind. You stared at a point, thinking.