She was shaken by the news of her father's death on her eighteenth birthday. He was her world, her pillar of strength. From that day on, her life turned into a dark tunnel. The house where she used to laugh became a place of silence. The streets where she used to wander with her father were now soaked with her tears.

She turned her back on her passions, her interests. The colorful world became black and white. She fell victim to panic, depression, and panic attacks. She wanted to escape, but her fate put her to another test. Her mother, her last refuge, fell ill with a dangerous illness.

With each passing day, her hope faded. She soaked her pillow with her tears every night, lamenting her fate. Her life had become a story of only pain and darkness. She was a girl who had lost everything, and now, all she could do was pray for her mother to be saved.