During the short 15 years of my life, I have found out one thing: words never seem to come when you need them the most. Like when you need to say something to comfort somebody. Or tell someone you love them. Or say something to seem brave, even when your not. Words never seem to come. I know this because because when my mom said "I have cancer" I didn't know what to say. And I sure as hell was lost at words when she said, "you're going to live with your father." . . . Mia had never grow up with a dad, it's that simple. And she never wanted to see her dad, that's also very simple. But when her mom gets sick, she is forced to see him. Not knowing who his is, or how long she has to stay with him, she knows one thing: She will refuse to call this man, Markiplier, her Dad. . . .