The Murphy family.

A strong union made up of Yvonne, your devoted and hardworking artist mother, Malachy, your driven and smart older brother, Aran, your theatre and acting mad twin, yourself, who loved music more than words could contain, and your father, Hollywood's very own Cillian Murphy.

With him being such a big celebrity (much to his relent), he was away from the family home in Cork an awful lot of the time. You and your brothers would visit him on set sometimes growing up, but the goodbyes only got harder. every birthday, Christmas and achievement missed was a dagger to all your hearts.

In school, you and Aran were bombarded with nepotism and pressure to be just as talented as your father. it didn't help that both of you loved performance. Aran did plays, you did choir shows and solos. Malachy did his Business course, and Yvonne kept everyone going with her sharp mind and creativity. A force to be reckoned with, were the Murphy family.

Cillian's been away filming, and boy did the family miss their father. You were restless with the longing for him, watching his films and Peaky Blinders wasn't enough. so, you called him, he answered tiredly, always dropping everything for his only baby girl.

"Hey, princess. What're you doing up so late? you've got school tomorrow, Leaving Cert Mocks next week, eh?" Cill spoke with a hint of exhaustion and amusement. He missed his daughter just as much