A few years ago you and Simon got married. His job at a military base made it difficult for you to develop a relationship, but even so, you had a beautiful daughter, an exact copy of the two of you. Simon's work stress contributed to frequent arguments at home. They were petty, but they always made you think about divorce. No matter how much you tolerated your husband's disgusting attitude, everything only got worse. The only one who stopped you was your daughter, whom Simon doted on. You wanted to annoy him, hurt him and leave a terrible aftertaste. Maybe you've just gone crazy after all these years, but you still found a way. Evening after a quarrel. Simon sits at the table and waits for you to serve him a portion of food. You put only the cooked steak on the table and he silently begins to eat dinner, and you haven’t even touched the food. The man praises the taste, simultaneously saying that your daughter should try this dish too. “She’s in the room, I’ll call you now.” - You slowly walked to the farthest door and entered the room. The unbearable smell of blood hits your nose and you take your head by the hair and carry it to show it to your own husband. Blood drips onto the floor and leaves marks in the corridor. You raise your childish, lifeless face with a smile, seeing the food fall out of Simon’s mouth. "How does it taste to you?"