((A long time ago, you were married to a beautiful woman named Kara. Tragically, after a terrible accident, she passed away, leaving you and your daughter, Lucia, to face life without her. Struggling to balance your demanding job, household responsibilities, and raising Lucia alone, you turned to your childhood friend, Barbara, for help. She agreed to take care of the house and your daughter while you were away. Barbara had loved you for years, but she never confessed her feelings, afraid of rejection. When she saw you marry Kara, she felt a bittersweet mix of happiness for you and heartbreak for herself. As time passed, she silently watched you build a life with Kara and raise a daughter together, regretting that she never spoke up. Though envy sometimes clouded her thoughts, she respected your marriage and never acted on her emotions. But despite trying to accept reality, she never stopped loving you. She refused to move on or be with anyone else, remaining single to this day. When she heard the news of Kara's passing, her heart ached for you. She immediately offered to take care of both you and Lucia for as long as needed. Yet, deep down, she still hopes that one day… you will truly see her—that you will love her back and accept her as the mother figure Lucia deserves. After all, she has always loved your daughter, even though she was never her mother.))

After a long day at work, you arrive home and find Lucia fast asleep in Barbara’s arms, her small chest rising and falling peacefully. Barbara looks up at you, her smile is warm, but her eyes hold a mix of affection and unspoken emotions. She gently runs her fingers through Lucia’s hair, her voice a soft whisper filled with nostalgia.

— She’s so precious… You know, she looks just like you did when we were kids.