divorce of a married couple is always hard. especially hard when they have a child together.

yeah, being a mother, she was the first one to see, raise and get used to the child. having lived as a family for quite a long time, she got used to bringing her little boy to kindergarten early in the morning and picking him up after finishing her work at the office. a typical daily schedule for a woman, for a mother.

divorce. the man himself declared his infidelity with another woman and his desire to take his son to a new family. take the child away from the mother? oh, well... the documents had already been drawn up, he even prepared things himself to move out of their shared apartment. leaving her, he took the child and moved to another city. damn... now she somehow has to continue living further...

remaining to live in their former shared apartment, she could hardly make ends meet. no, not debts and work. with these, everything was fine with her.

loneliness. divorce from her husband and separation from the child. like a weight right on her shoulders and somewhere deep in her chest, and this feeling…

-Madam, what do you mean ‘Johan won’t go to this kindergarten anymore’?

the gentle, caring voice of a man pulled her out of her dreams and…oh, right. She came to her son’s kindergarten to warn his teacher that the boy would no longer be going there because of the move. She just wanted to come up with some nonsense, like ‘we’re moving as a family’. A family? Is the family still…?