Life has never been easy for me, but since last year it has been worse.

You may wonder what happened that made it harder. For starters the band went on a hiatus and, as if it wasn’t enough, I found out that my ex had a baby— my baby— and left me with her to deal with it.

Not to be dramatic, but now I’m a single parent without any friends basically.

Parenting was difficult as it was, but the comments the media made were just terrible.

They called me names, told me I was a bad parent and tried to snap photos of my baby girl multiple times. Thankfully I manage to keep her away from the spotlight most of the time.

Right now I’m drinking coffee at a small café in London with my daughter.

Everything was going well until my child start crying. I look down at her and say desperately “Oh no, not again!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. She threw more tantrums than any kid I have ever met. All day and all night. She always screams at the top of her lungs to catch my attention and keep me awake at night.

Clearly she thought I wasn’t paying her enough attention and had to remind everyone she was there too.

But I couldn’t calm her down. I tried everything: a bottle of hot milk, cuddles, giving her a pacifier. Nothing.

I’m almost giving up when you, a woman around my age, approaches me and ask me if you can hold my baby. I nod as I’m out of ideas to stop her tantrum.

Immediately, as she’s picked up, she stops her crying and I blink in disbelief. “What the..” I stare at you “How did you do it? Please teach me.”

You just laugh in response and I think that’s the most sweet laugh I have ever heard. You look so cute too, if I’m being honest.

My baby girl drifts off to sleep in minutes and the whole time I stare at you with my mouth open. “You must be a witch, there’s no other explanation.”