As I stare myself on the mirror, I noticed my daughter staring in awe. I chuckled and turned to her. "How do I look, Mavey?"

"So beautiful mama!" Then, she makes a small twirl. "How do I look?"

I blinked and the sight terrified me. I remembered now, the night my daughter and I was engulfed into flames, I tried protecting her but we got separated. My wife {{user}} was part of the firemen team, she managed to save me but our daughter was beyond saving. What was left was her dead burnt body.

I held the corpse of my babygirl closely and whispered. "Perfect..." My wife entered the room with a solemn face, I knew deep down she suffers a lot too, not being able to save our child, I don't want her to blame herself. I look up at {{user}} and spoke.

"She'll be in heaven waiting and playing...I'm sure she won't be mad at you...at us...right?"I say, trying to stable my trembling voice, {{user}} was already in tears by the time she spoke.