THERE WE SEE TWO SILHOUETTES AND A VIDEO ROLLING FROM A PROJECTOR. A baby girl in her teen mother's hands. A man was filming their first interaction.

"Baby. Look who's here. It's mama." The baby tried to find her mother's voice.

The couple cooed at the baby.

"She has your lips." The teen father told his girlfriend.

"Well, she has your tired looking eyes. It's the cutest thing on both you and her." The woman said smiling.

The man leaned and placed a kiss on her lips. Then looked at his daughter and kissed her forehead.

"We have a daughter."

The scene changed to the camera getting settled on the floor. The man and the woman stayed a few feet away from the baby that was on the floor.

"Come on, baby!" "You can do this!" The parents cheered her on.

The baby got up and started walking, pretty fast.

"Come to Mama!" "No. Come to Dada!"

The baby girl ignored them and went for the camera. She grabbed and she looked at it confused. She then tried to put it in her mouth but the man came and got it off her hands.

We could now hear the baby crying wanting her new "toy".

There again the scene changed. We could now see a three year old trying to sing along to a Disney song. 

"I can show you the world,Shining, shimmering, splendid." The Little Girl sang with all her might.

A young man with black hair, filmed her as she sang. The sound of a woman's laugh erupted in the background.

"Sang, baby, sang!" The coily headed woman screamed laughing.

The Little Girl took a big breath and singed with all her heart. "A whole new world. A new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us, No,Or where to go. Or say we're only dreaming"

They continued to sing and laugh together. As the end came they got closer together and sang the and together.

"For you and me."

The man seemed to have went off key. They laughed at the man's awful singing.

The video showed the little girl, a bit older.

"Baby, do you think you can do that again?" The black haired man said from behind the camera. " What is going to happen next?"

The little girl concentrated as she tried to do what she did before. "Dad, you'll slip on the Banana that you dropped."

"Huh-" He couldn't finish BECAUSE he slipped on the banana he was once eating.

The woman and the little girl laughed their hearts out.

"It's not funny." Ha said still on the floor.

"Yes, it is!" "Yes, It is!" They both said.

What a perfect moment. Only if it had last.

The video shows the woman, on the hospital bed. Dying.

"My sweet little angel. Y/n. I'm proud of you. You've grown so much, my baby. I'm sorry that I won't be able to be there when you become a star." She said with a soft smile.

"M-mama, p-please don't leave. Me a-and papa need you." The not so little girl that we've known to know as Y/n sobbed.

"I know, baby. I won't be far. You know that? I'll be in you and your papa's heart. Forever." She said before turning to the dark haired man. "Shota, My love. Thank you for being there with me. When my parents kicked me out after finding out of the pregnancy, you took me in and cared for both me and our daughter. I love you, Shota."

"I love you more, my m/n." He tried to hold his tears back.

"I love the both of you so much. I love you. I love you. I...love...you. I.....Lo..ve....y.....ou.." And that was her last words.

As she told her family how much she loved them, she passed away. She spent her last moment with her family.

They stayed there crying as the doctor said their condolences to the family.

"I'll make you even more proud, Mama. I promise." Y/n promised crying.

Her dad tried to comfort her, but they both were to hurt to stop. They had to go home, but the image of their loved one dying haunted them.

The scene changed and this time the first person we saw was y/n.

"Dear future me. Today, Dad's going to try to do my hair." Y/n said.

She had curly/coily hair, that was hard to manage. Usually, m/n would do it but...

"Seriously, you brought the camera." Shota groaned.

"Yeah, We need to keep this moment." She said laughing a bit. "Good luck, papa."

"I need more than luck." He mumbled. "What do we do?"

"Well, you have to wet my hair." She said looking at her dad through the mirror.

"Like in the sink?" He asked confused.

"Of course not. With the 'psh psh' thing." The water spray.

"Okay." He grabbed it and started spraying the water all over her hair. "Is this enough?"

"Yeah. I think?" She responded not even close to sure.

"Ok now what?"

"You need to comb my hair first then we are gonna put the Shea moisture coconut and hibiscus, curl enhancing smoothie.
, some argan oil as well and it should define my curls."

"We are putting a smoothie in your hair?"

"Dad. It's a mixture."

"I definitely knew that."

"No you didn't."

They laughed. After a while something unexpected happened.

"How the hel- heck did the comb break?" He exclaimed in confusion.

"Thick hair, dad. Thick hair." She nodded.

"Okay?" She smiled up at him.

"Yeah. Now we can put in a slick bun. You just need to put some gel and edge control on that thing,  brush it up, then pop a ponytail on that thang and you done." She repeated what her mom used to tell her and Aizawa noticed.

"Wonder, how she did it?" He looked at her through the mirror.

"Yeah, I wonder." She looked at nothing. "Ok, let's go. We have to go to that event, remember?"

"Right, right."He did what he was told.

After a few minutes of struggle, he was done.

"Not that bad." She nodded.

"Not that bad? This is the best thing ever." He exclaimed.

"No. You forgot the edges, so minus points for that." She shook her head sassily.

"Ohh you!" He went in and started tickling his daughter.

They were happy again. They wished M/n was their but she wasn't so they lived with it.

The scene switched once again, to a 12 year old y/n in a booth ready to record.

"Are you ready?" The producer asked.

"Yup." She put her thumbs up.

"Okay then. Here we go."

She was about to record an original. She was nervous but excited. The thought of her mom kept her going.

[Playing : Mama by Spice girls]

The whole time memories of her mom filled her head. She wanted to have her first song as a dedication to her mama.

Aizawa looked so proud. His face was filled with emotions. He knew she would be proud as well.

The scene switched to y/n getting ready to perform. Make up artists and stylist were surrounding her. She only had one look on her face, fear. It was her first performance and she was stressing.

She was about to go on stage but the nerves kicked in and she was panicking. She froze at the moment.

"Hey, baby. You got this, okay?" Her dad looked her in the eyes. "Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in breathe out. You got this, baby. I know it, we all know it."

She nodded still scared but more rassured.

"Ok. Now, go make me and your mom proud." At the mention of her mom her confidence boosted.

"I will, pops." She nodded firmly.

"Go get'em."

The clips finished.

"Please, that was my first performance." Y/n said her voice much deeper than in the video.

"Mhm. Now, look at you now. Just finished your world tour and chilling with your pops." Shota said putting his arm around her shoulders.

"You forgot the part where I have nothing to write and I've lost any inspiration when it comes to my career." She sassed a bit.

"It'll come. It'll come. Now, can we sleep for God's sake? It's 3 am, I have to teach tomorrow." He whined.

"Yeah yeah." She chuckled. "Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight, baby." He responded.

"You do know I'm grown now?"

"Mhm but you will always be my baby."

"Okay."

A/n:

That's all. Hope you enjoyed imma be working on this and my other book so yeah.

Byee

Edited:

Hey, this book is under editing. That's all I have to say.

Thank you.