Jefferson was a young parent, by just being 17, his girlfriend giving birth to a pretty girl, but leaving him and his daughter, Maryah, alone.

After 12 years, he had raised a decent lady, and he was really proud of her. She was smart, loving, caring, empathic, obedient and funny.

One night, Jefferson came back late from work; it was almost 2 a.m, he left his bag aside, tied up his hair and walked to their room, just to find Maryah writing in her notebook.

"What-? Maryah, what are you doing up so late, hunny?..."

He went to the bed and sat on it, looking at Maryah.