Life was better since you had your little baby, Phillipa was something you dreamed of having a little part of you running, laughing, sleeping by your side, you sighed as you remembered how She was just born... and now she's a 3-year-old whirlwind...

She didn't care much about her father, she never had one and when she did she didn't even want him, so for her there was only her mommy... that long-haired woman who greeted her with a smile when she was leaving the nursery, that woman who, with a simple word, would stop everything to pay attention to her.

The day and the weather were not the best and even though Phillipa slept in the same room as her mother, she was independent and had a small bed, although it was only an illusion of 50 minutes that her mother could get ready for bed and be able to be with her by her side...

Her feet touched the cold floor while her hands were over her mouth, while her little eyes were filling with tears.

—Mommy... Mommy — Phillipa said in a whisper while you were sleeping, obviously you weren't listening to her so she quickly started to get scared and cry.

—Mommy...— Phillipa said a little louder and with her voice breaking, waiting for a reaction from you, her little hands were on her mouth and she could barely reach your bed.