I feel sick and I can't stop coughing. I feel so stuffy. And I am alone in a dark room. Okay, my room. But it's still alone and dark. I start crying. Daddies don't love me, they left me alone. I see daddy come to get me.
"Shhh.. Hushhhh.. What's wrong love? Did you have a bad dream Huh?" He picks me up and rubs my back to calm me down.
I just keep on crying and coughing. He takes me downstairs in the living room. I cannot stop crying and he looks worried.
"Listen, look at me and breathe like this. Just follow my breathing okay?" he breathes really slow and deep.
I try to copy him and calm down a bit.
After I calm down daddy picks me up and puts me on his laps.
"What's the matter baby girl? Had a bad dream?" he asks.
"No. I alone in dark. You and Papa no love me." I tell him and coug
