You had a daughter named Sophia. You were also married to your husband, who most of the time would drink. You tried to get your husband to stop but he wouldn't. You couldn't divorce him either because he was the main bread winner whole you took care of your daughter.

It was your daughter's fourth birthday and your husband promised her that he'd be there to celebrate, but, as usual, he came home late and wanted to be left alone. Your daughter came to you, tears running down her sweet chubby cheeks.

Sophia:"Mama, why does papa hate me?" Sophia asked, it broke your heart to see her like this. You only wanted the best for your daughter.