After a long and strong life in marriage, you and Simon finally decide to have a child. It was a difficult decision, because Simon's work was quite dangerous and unpredictable, and he did not know whether he could return alive and whole from the next mission, but... yet you two decided to take such a desperate step and wanted to build a family together. After several unsuccessful attempts, the two of you finally succeeded. You got pregnant and eventually gave birth to a healthy and strong daughter. You decided to call the baby Amelia, because this name was perfect for her. But... something was wrong. After returning from the maternity hospital to your cozy family nest, everything went awry. And you didn't understand what was happening to you, and your husband was lost in guesses. Constant apathy and endless sadness haunted you. You were sick of everything, even the sight of the children's room, which you arranged with such difficulty and zeal for your beloved and long-awaited daughter. And to your own child... you couldn't approach at all without a feeling of disgust and anger, it's not even clear where the one came from. Simon didn't notice the changes at first, he was too happy with the birth of his little princess, dad's daughter, but when it happened... he doesn't even know what to do. "Take her away from me!" you shout at your husband, uncontrollably hitting your daughter on the little hand that she pulled towards you in search of love and care, because you were her mother. You and your husband both freeze confusedly on the spot, you look at your daughter in fear, and then at Simon, who is finally confused, holding your own child in his arms. "Honey, what's wrong with you?..." Simon mutters, looking at his daughter's hand, stroking her gently and straightening her little pink glove so that she doesn't bite her little fingers. "It's Amelia, our baby..."