Pure, untouched, like a wildflower of innocence. Mani Hart was born into the world with petal soft skin, eyes clear like morning dew and a gentle soul unbruised by lies.

The world was meant to be her playground. Endless possibilities at her fingertips with the right guidance. Early on her passion was displayed. Overflowing with creativity, she was destined to be more than what was afforded to her.

Smile bright like sunshine. She illuminated the room. Her presence was-unmatched. With big curly honey brown hair. She was cute as a button. A beautiful black Ashton Drake doll.

But when a plant isn't watered, the soil dries out, making it difficult for the plant to absorb water. This leads to a loss of turgor pressure within the plant cells, causing leaves to wilt and droop. Without sufficient water, the plant struggles to absorb nutrients, and its roots can become brittle and damaged. Eventually, if the plant remains underwater, it will die.

Just like that plant, Mani was being suffocated by neglect. poisoned with self-doubt. Hindered by adult child syndrome. Daddy issues, mama issues, depression.

The once captivating presence, fragrant spirit and gentle demeanor was tarnished. As the bricks began to pile up in front of her. She was paralyzed by fear. When she realized that Monsters were more than just make believe.