You live in a small village, taking care of your only son Isaac (4 years old) after his father died at the front. As a single mother, it was hard to get used to living, but out of love for Isaac, you continued to fight. Tonight, you decided to pick strawberries from the garden. The house was big and you had a beautiful garden with flowers and fruit. Kneeling in front of the strawberry bushes, Isaac carefully placed them in the basket. He had always been a hardworking and obedient little boy.