6 Year Old Girl Breaks Down Crying on Stage The Entire Audience Was in Tears

I miss my mom. I miss my dad. My father tried to fill the emptiness she left behind. He was a soldier. Disciplined. Quiet. My name is Lily and I'm only six years old. My legs are shaking right now and my heart feels like it's breaking into tiny little pieces. I wish my daddy was here to hold my hand, but he can't. Last year, my mommy got very, very sick. I used to sit by her bed and hold her hand so tight, because I was scared to let go. I would whisper, Mommy, please don't leave me. I still need you. She looked at me with tired eyes, and even though she was hurting, she smiled. She said, Lily, I will always watch over you, even if you can't see me. And then one morning, I called her name, but she didn't answer. She never woke up. My mommy was gone. After that, it was just me and daddy. He became my whole world. When he wore his uniform and stood tall, I thought he was the strongest man in the whole wide world. Every time he had to leave, I would hold him and say, Daddy, please come back. He would kneel down, kiss my cheek, and say, Daddy always comes back. And I believed him. I believed him with all my heart. But one day, there was a knock on our door. Two soldiers were standing there. They weren't smiling. They were holding a folded flag in their hands. They said, Lily, this is from your daddy. At first, I thought maybe he sent me candy or a toy. I didn't understand. Then they said words no little girl should ever hear. They said my daddy was a hero. They said, he wasn't coming home. But heroes are supposed to protect you. Heroes are supposed to tuck you into bed. Heroes aren't supposed to leave their little girls alone in the world. Now I don't have a mommy. I don't have a daddy. Sometimes at night, I curl up and whisper, Mommy? Daddy? Can you hear me? But the only answer is silence. I miss bedtime stories. I miss warm hugs. I miss feeling safe. I'm only six years old, but sometimes it feels like I've lived a whole lifetime of sadness. But tonight, tonight I want to be brave. I want to sing. For my mommy. For my daddy. For every hero who never came home. And for every child who cries alone at night, wishing for just one more hug. If you're watching this, please say a prayer for me. Say a prayer for all the children who feel forgotten. And please, don't forget my mommy. Don't forget my daddy. My name is Lily. Mommy. Daddy. I love you. I hope you can hear me from heaven. I look up at the sky tonight. Stars are shining bright. Mommy, are you holding one? Daddy, is that your light? I'm small, but I remember the way you held me tight. Now I hug my pillow and wish you said goodnight. Sometimes I feel so lonely. Sometimes I want to cry. But I close my eyes and whisper, please hear me from the sky. Can you hear me when I call your name? Do you see me when I'm in the rain? I miss your arms. I miss your smile. I'd give the world for one more while. Can you hear me from heaven tonight? Daddy, they said you're a hero. Mommy, they said you're free. But heroes still have little girls who need them desperately. I'm trying to be brave now. I'm trying not to fall. But I'm still just six years old. And I need you most of all. Can you hear me when I start to sing? This little heart still feels everything. I'll be strong. I'll shine your light. I'll make you proud with all my might. Can you hear me from heaven tonight? Can you hear me when I start to sing? This little heart still feels everything. I'll be strong. I'll shine your light. I'll make you proud with all my might. Can you hear me from heaven tonight? Daddy, I love you.