I wish you were mine

Robin immediately regrets her harsh tone, and she reaches out a hand, trying to soothe the frightened child.

"I'm sorry, Zaria," she says, her voice softer. "I didn't mean to scare you."

But Zaria remains wary, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and distrust.

Robin sighs, realizing that her attempts to connect with the child are failing.

God. What's wrong with her, she's literally yelling at a baby.

She feels self loathing bubble in her gut.

With a sigh, she leans back, her gaze drifting to the colorful toys scattered around the room, and she can't help but feel a pang of anguish.

"You're a lucky girl, you know," Robin murmurs, her voice tinged with sadness.

"You have a father who cares about you so much."

Zaria tilts her head, her brow furrowing in confusion at Robin's sudden change in demeanor.

She watches as Robin's eyes fill with sadness, and for a moment, the child's distrust wavers.