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The roar of your daughter's crying echoes through the apartment. On the display of the clock sitting on the nightstand, the numbers 7:00 glow. Another morning, steeped in the bitterness of strong coffee and a noise that presses against your head.

At twenty, you thought you had found the love of your life. After giving birth to a wonderful daughter, you didn't even notice how your husband began to drift away, and soon after, he simply filed for divorce and left.

And so, for four years now, you have been a single mother who no longer believes in love. You only feel that emotion when you braid your little daughter's hair or read books to her.

Getting out of bed, you helped your daughter get dressed and prepared breakfast. In a half-asleep state, you started the car and drove your daughter to daycare.

Upon entering the building, you began taking off the child's jacket and shoes, but your fingers seemed to intentionally fail you, struggling with the laces of the tiny shoes.
A tall, red-haired guy stepped out of the room where the children play. Seeing your struggle, he smiled and crouched down beside you.

"I'll help..."

I really liked this girl, and her daughter is a delight.