In a tiny house, a man and a woman cradle their child, their eyes are filled with so much adoration.
"Hasu bu, Alex." Bina sighed, happily cradling their baby girl.
"Tama." Alex nodded his head.
The little girl soon started to open her eyes. She let out a babble and then grabbed onto her father's finger.
Alex chuckled and then his wife handed her over to him.
"Jasha." He chuckled.
Jasha was a nice name. It means to dance forever.
This little girl could dance forever in anyone's heart.
"Jasha'nn." Alex said.
His little Jasha.
Nothing can take away this moment. All Alex needs to be happy in this world is his wife and his daughter.
Jasha had proven to live up to her name. She did in fact seem to want to dance forever.
She demanded to be fed at 5:00 in the morning. Bina could not keep up with her child.
"Cutie."
Suddenly, the phone rang and Bina rushed to answer. Leaving Jasha in her high chair.
"Hello?"
…
Bina's stomach churned. She stared at her dead husband's body. She held Jasha against her chest and almost sobbed.
The officer approached her. This did not look good.
"Are you Ms. Jin?" He asked.
Bina slowly nodded, too scared to talk as she held her daughter closer.
What choice do they have?
A desperate feeling fills the Jin couple. They hold their bags in pain with heavy hearts.
Is this a right choice to make?
Alex held his wife tightly.
"Bu tishfa. Bina, hus ojo mik." He encouraged her.
Bina stared at him, eyes were warm.
"Alex, I'nn hibbit."
Alex's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"Baby?"
Bina nodded. This was the worst time for that to happen. But it did.
"Bina, protect you both." Alex promised.
Bina smiled and then placed her head against his chest.
"Tama. I know."
Jasha was now Four years old. She stared at her parents faces.
"Gogo? Keja?" She asked, her eyes were raining now.
"We're sorry, little dew drop." Her mommy said.
Jasha started to sob.
"Bash kata! Bash Kata!"