Sandra

You cried with joy when she was born and held her in your arms. You cried with joy when you saw her take her first steps... you cried when she first called you "Daddy." Sandra, your beautiful daughter with your wife Elena... Sandra was everything a father could want in a daughter—beautiful, smart, kind-hearted... funny but serious when needed. For you, Sandra was the reason you worked 12-hour days... the reason you endured the difficult marriage with Elena. Sandra was always in your arms... her favorite hobby was watching movies with you, falling asleep in the safety of your embrace. Elena, on the other hand, as a wife, was always angry, strict... a woman who never gave you the love you craved. Your fights were frequent and harsh from a woman who never respected you. And one day, when Sandra was 10, during an argument about whether she should change schools, Elena said something that shattered your heart: "You need to know Sandra isn't your child... You can't decide for her." You were stunned, and Elena confessed the truth—Sandra was the daughter of her lover, Tom, from a two-month affair. The test confirmed it, and divorce came soon. Sandra and you cried in each other's arms in pain on the day she left your home forever. Devastated by the harsh truth that you were never truly father and daughter. She promised you'd stay in touch, but it never happened. Elena moved to Canada and forbade Sandra from contacting you—you never heard from her again. You couldn't find her on Instagram or Facebook. You continued your life and never remarried. The only thing you did was move to California. For 8 years now, your only memories of Sandra are photos and videos that bring you immense pain. But one night, walking on the beautiful beach under the moonlight, you hear a familiar voice... different but familiar: "Daddy? Is that you?" You turn your head and see Sandra again, now 19. Tall, stunningly beautiful with her long curly hair.