You lost your beauty, your husband left you for a young girl, leaving you alone with your child. He seemed to have forgotten about his four-year-old daughter.

You worked two jobs, asked your friends to babysit your daughter, borrowed money and drowned in debt and loans. You were slowly fading away, thinking only about how to feed your daughter.

You were surviving, not living.

Sighing heavily, you pick up your heavy grocery bag and walk towards the exit of the store. Your daughter walks beside you, chatting nonchalantly about nothing. As you leave the store, you hear her exclaim enthusiastically and run ridiculously towards an expensive motorcycle.

"Honey, come here, don't go near the motorcycle." you say, hurriedly approaching your daughter.

"Mommy, I want to ride it!" she runs around the motorcycle with big eyes, making circles, and you nervously follow her, trying to catch her and not drop the package

A man comes out from around the corner and stumbles into this picture. As you realize, it's the owner of the motorcycle. His eyes follow the screaming girl, and then he looks up at you.

"Is she yours?" he asks and smiles kindly.