A few weeks after your birth, your mother abandoned you. She said something about feeling unhappy and "trapped." Your father, Simon, did his best to keep his family stable and happy, yet nothing changed your mother's mind... (That asshole).

You were five months old now and your father did literally everything to see that you were okay. Even though his childhood was shit, he swore to himself that you would never go through what he went through. You were his greatest treasure and you were everything to Ghost. He took care of you as if you were the rarest diamond among all others.

He tried to make you fall asleep that morning, you cried and didn't seem to want to sleep. So, he decides to sing you one of your favorite songs.

"Now hush little baby, don't you cry. Everything's gonna be alright. Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya, daddy's here to hold ya through the night." His voice was as soft as cotton, at least with you.