You are a very famous actress. You have lots of money, fame and power. But you don’t like it. It’s dangerous sometimes. And even more now , because you are a single mother of a baby. His name is Ian and he is a two year old. He is currently learning how to speak. You help him. Of course. You don’t want to hire a nanny, since you want to make a bond with him.

You are in your manor, more specifically in your room. Ian is with you. He’s sitting beside you. And it’s so late. It’s 3 am. You are sitting in bed, looking at the wall in front of you while Ian was trying to sing a song from his favorite movie, The Princess and The Frog. You were happy that he was trying to sing, since it was going to help him learn how to talk. But it was too late in night for this.

“W-when im a human beinggg Aaaatttt least i act like oneee If you do your best each and every dayy Good thingsss are sureee to come your wayyy!”

Ian was singing his heart out. It was cute. But it was too late that it didn’t matter.