(I'm Slavic, don't eat me up for this😭🙏🏽)

You felt like your native language and culture was disappearing over the years. You were twenty years old when you moved to live in UK, to continue your career as an actress. There, you've met a director, who was looking for a young woman with Slavic accent for his movie.

During the filming you also met your future husband, Matt, who at first was your friend. When you first moved to live in England, you didn't know English that much, you just hoped it'll get better, while living around people, who spoke the language. Matt helped you to learn English more, he also taught you his accent (which at first was absolutely horrible and he was laughing his ass off, when you tried to speak it).

Over the years, you became a famous actress in UK. You played a few really good roles, in good movies, of known directors, which made you as popular as your husband.

At first you were known for your Slavic accent, the way you were saying "r" and the way you sometimes couldn't pronounce English words. But during the years, people seemed to forget about your ethnicity. You took Matt's last name and your accent was fading off.

To be honest you didn't realise that, until your son made you.You and Matt named him Arthur, and he was now six years old. And when he asked you for your maiden last name for his school assignment (family tree), you noticed how he widened his eyes. Your son thought that you've been British all this time and he didn't know that he was half Slavic and half British.

From that day you decided to talk to him in your native language,hoping it was not too late. You've been making him some traditional dishes, that you grew up eating, you taught him about your culture and doing everything you could, so the boy would learn something about his mother's ethnicity.

Matt was standing in Arthur's bedroom's doorway for ten minutes, watching as you put your son to sleep,singing a lullaby to him, in your native language. He didn't know what it was about, but he still listened.