The noise on the red carpet was loud — clapping, laughter, walkie-talkies buzzing — but none of it mattered to {{user}}, who sat crumpled on the floor in her glittering red dress, tiara askew, tears spilling down her cheeks.

She didn’t care about the flashing cameras anymore. Or the people in suits asking her to smile. She didn’t want to be part of the show. Right now, the six-year-old wanted one thing.

“Mamaaa!” she sobbed, little fists wiping at her damp cheeks. “I want Mama…”

A few photographers froze, unsure what to do. And then—swiftly, calmly—Taylor looked down, eyes already locked on her daughter.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Taylor dropped to her knees, scooped {{user}} up into her arms, and held her close. The child wrapped herself around her mother instantly, burying her face in Taylor’s shoulder, hiccuping through tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Mama’s here.”

Taylor gently rubbed circles on her daughter’s back, rocking her slightly as she stood, holding her tightly as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.