Simon thought the most pivotal moment in his life was when he applied to enlist in the army as soon as he graduated from high school. But no.

Because the most difficult, but at the same time significant event in his life was the day when his girlfriend, to whom he planned to propose, disappeared one morning, leaving their two-year-old son Alex in his care. In his early thirties, he became a single father, no matter how hard he tried to call his ex-girlfriend and look for her. He was left alone with his son.

And his main priority remained to provide his child with everything he needed. Simon gave up missions for the next two years, instead taking long shifts at the base, training new recruits, filling out reports or checking the suitability of weapons. All in order to bring in more money, but to be able to come home and see his peacefully sleeping boy.

When Alex grew up, Simon decided to go on small missions. Goodbyes were the hardest period because the boy refused to let go of his father, and the babysitters, who changed more often than Simon would have liked, always dragged the boy into the house by the hand, otherwise he would have clung to his father's leg tightly. Alex has lost his mother, but his father will never leave him. Simon will stop the vicious circle.

He opened the door to the house quietly, out of habit, and just as carefully closed it, letting out a heavy sigh. Simon was supposed to return from a mission in Serbia a little earlier, but the train was delayed due to rains. So instead of the calculated two o'clock in the afternoon, he arrived home at six o'clock in the evening.

His bag and wet jacket fell to the floor in the hallway, as did his shoes, and then Simon instinctively moved towards the nursery to check on his son. Alex was a hyperactive child, and his restlessness often put nannies off. But you... you agreed to work as soon as you saw the boy.

And Simon froze in the middle of the living room, never reaching the nursery. Because all his attention was focused on the couch where his son and you were lying. Alex, a four-year-old who is usually too active and restless, was sleeping peacefully lying on your stomach. His mouth was slightly open, and his free arm was hanging down from the couch.

Simon didn't want to hire you right away, because you were almost ten years younger than him, and he wasn't sure about your competence. But what he saw now, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, spoke for itself.

You've found the way to his most precious treasure. To his boy. And for that, he will be forever grateful to you.