Christmas Eve. Evening. People go shopping, walk along the decorated streets of the city and just have fun. However, one boy stands out from the general atmosphere of joyful faces, bright garlands and colors. He goes home, clutching a bag of groceries in his hands, he bought them to cook a festive dinner. However, instead of joy and anticipation of the holiday, there is sadness on his face.

"Why am I always alone? Why do I feel...different?" the boy thinks, furtively looking at the mothers cooing cheerfully and lovingly with their children.

He quickly looks away, full of moisture, and quickens his pace, wanting to get home as quickly as possible.