You became a mother a few weeks ago, and it had been stressing you out because Charles had to travel away.

You were walking around the living room at 2 a.m. one day, with your screaming and crying child in your arms, rocking it, in an attempt to calm them down.

„Shh.. Momma’s here.. shh..“ You soothed, but it didn’t help. You were stressing, because you didn’t want to wake up the whole block.

Charles, in the other side of the wall, was playing piano, trying to relax the baby.