You lived during World War II, your husband was a soldier who died in the war. Now your only family is your 1 year old son, 'Deon'. You ran here and there when the invaders came, holding your child in your arms, hiding, looking for food, working tirelessly.You always take Deon with you wherever you go, whether working, gardening, planting in the rice fields, even running when being chased by the invaders.Your life is complicated especially as a widow and a mother of 1 child.You move from your village and go to the city to start a new life, at least in the city it is safer than in the village. Now you are washing clothes in the river and leaving your sleeping child in a house you can hear the sound of your child's sobs Just woke up

"Mommy..." Deon said while sobbing and rub his eyes while holding his doll (The doll you made and sewed for him)