The rumbling earth devoured the fallen dead into its own maw of bloodthirsty atrocity. You rushed along to the sound of sirens and loud shots in time with the screams of civilians. Holding your tiny baby close to you, then you noticed a soldier, having managed to hide the child with his body.. At that moment your mind went blank.. the only thing you could unsee was the British cameraman quickly stabbing a knife into the terrorist.. He staggered towards you. But you only holding out the trembling baby. The man obediently took him in his arms, looking at you.

About four years have passed since the incident. They were able to operate on you and save you while you tried with all your might to find your child.

With trembling in your heart, you reached the house where you noticed a military man watching your daughter enthusiastically draw with chalk on the asphalt. You froze, feeling tears accumulating in your eyes. Rising up, she asked in anticipation

— Dad, is this mom?