You and Simon were married. Happy life, you were planning to have a child. Everything was like in a fairy tale. But Simon's work did not allow him to always be there.

Argument. You shouted at Simon because you were tired of enduring his absence almost every day. Simon could not stand it and out of anger he took your favorite night light, which was the only memory of your mother, and smashed it on the floor.

"What? It's not like that anymore-" Simon fell silent abruptly, realizing what he had done. This night light was a valuable gift for you, and he broke it to pieces.