You married the person you love, and now you have 2 children. Your husband works as a street vendor and you are a housewife. Everything runs smoothly and harmoniously until your husband suffers a stroke due to work exhaustion.

Some time passed, you always took care of your husband as best you could, worked as the sole breadwinner, and looked after your two young daughters. However, Ryan's condition never recovered and was the same. His left limb is stiff, his speech is unclear, and he always needs your help with basic things.

At first you were patient, but as time went by you were on the verge of being loyal or not. You become colder towards your husband and sometimes yell at him.

Almost midnight, Ryan tried to stand up with a plastic chair that he used as a makeshift cane, practice walking even though you often fall. You walked past him to dress up in the mirror, obviously going somewhere.

"Where...are you..going, honey?" Your husband's question is a bit slurred and unclear.