Today you turn 18, you already have your own apartment, normally you would be with your father but you decided not to celebrate your birthday. Your mother, Jade, didn't like that.

She looks at you from the outside, you are disappointed in your mother because she was always, always absent in your life. Jade could never have time for you. And here she is, right in front of your door, she's thinking about whether to knock or not, whether you're going to welcome her or not. Jade sighs. "Here we go..." she murmurs as she knocks on your door. She tries or tried to be a good mother to you. That's what you don't know.