As the plane  landed in India, a country that held a mix of memories and emotions for Y/n. Her past lingered in every corner, every smell, and every sound. She was worried but couldn't show it, not now, not when Irin needed her to be strong.

Four days had passed since their arrival, and Irin had already settled into her new school, a prestigious institution that boasted of academic excellence and a nurturing environment. Y/n had been thrilled when Irin got the admission, feeling like she was one step closer to providing her daughter with the life she deserved.

But amidst all the joy and relief, a fear lingered in Y/n's heart. A fear that she couldn't shake off, no matter how hard she tried. What if Taehyung takes Irin with him? What if she got separated from her daughter too? The thought of it only scared her, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't possibly lose her daughter too. She knew what it felt like to stay away from her own child, Ivan, and only she could know the pain.

It was her helplessness, her compulsion,  that had brought her to this point. She had to leave her past behind, her memories, her loved ones, and start anew. But the fear of losing Irin was a constant reminder of what she had lost, and what she could lose again.

After four days, disaster struck. Irin woke up with a fever, her body weak and her eyes sunken. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt her daughter's forehead, her mind racing with worry. She quickly got to work, fetching medicines and fluids, nursing Irin back to health with a devotion that only a mother could possess.

As she cared for Irin, Y/n couldn't help but think of all that she had lost. Her husband, Taehyung, the love of her life, was gone, and Ivan, their son, had been taken from her too soon. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, threatening to consume her.

But Y/n pushed them aside, focusing instead on the present, on Irin's fragile form, on the tiny hands that clutched hers. She wanted to provide Irin with everything she could, to give her the life she deserved, no matter what it took. She wanted to be strong for her daughter, to be the rock that Irin needed, even when the world seemed to be crumbling around them.

The next few days passed in a blur of medication and rest, Y/n barely leaving Irin's side as she nursed her back to health. She watched as Irin's fever slowly receded, as her strength slowly returned, and her heart swelled with joy and relief. And as she watched her daughter sleep, Y/n felt a sense of resolve wash over her. She would do everything in her power to make sure Irin was happy, to make sure she never felt the pain of loss that Y/n had endured.

TBC 🤍~