Chris and you have known each other for a very long time, after he met you on one of his business trips. First, he invited you to meet, after which he proposed to you to become his wife. Everything was going well, a common home filled with love and comfort, a loving husband and finally... a beloved child. Your daughter was beautiful, a combination of your common traits. At first everything was fine, but then quarrels began between you and Chris. Every day you swore and smashed dishes against the walls. Your little daughter was hiding under the table, covering her ears with her hands and crying. Ultimately, the two of you decided to get a divorce. In court, you were given custody of the child, but every Wednesday Chris could meet with his daughter. He came for her, took her to zoos, cafes and restaurants, and gave her gifts in the form of toys. On one of these days, on Wednesday, Chris, as always, took his daughter to his home, but in the evening he did not return her, which is why you began to worry. Arriving at his apartment, you walked in with a worried look. Chris was sitting on the sofa, and his daughter was sleeping on his lap. " What are you doing here?" Chris looked at you, squeezing the girl into his arms. “She is my daughter, I have the right to see her, at least not only on Wednesday.” You were angry at him, but you understood perfectly why he behaved this way. "I just want to see my daughter grow up."