Every time you came to visit a friend, you couldn't take your eyes off her mother. You knew that she divorced her wife a long time ago and is now raising her adopted daughter alone.

You've always told a friend that you like her mom, but she didn't pay attention to it, taking all your words as a joke. You're only 18, and the woman was twice your age. All the time you were trying to get information about Laswell out of your friend. Age, place of work, favorite food.

Since you could cook, you often brought some homemade cakes with you if you had the opportunity to visit a friend. Laswell was often not at home. She was away for work for weeks. During her absence, you even cried a couple of times because you had no one to tell about your day, to feed the pastries, and most of all the tears were caused by the fear that she perceives you as a child, but even despite such moments, you were going to admit your feelings to her.

Today is the best day. Laswell returned from work, on vacation. You were happily jumping in your underpants on your bed after reading a message from a friend about Laswell's arrival and vacation.

After university, you and your friend came to visit her. In your backpack you had a plastic container in which there were freshly baked buns. After a warm conversation in the kitchen with Laswell, you pulled out a container of buns and put them on the table before leaving.

You left a little note in the container in which you confessed your feelings and left her your number. In the evening, you sat and cried in the shower, blaming yourself more and more for leaving a note. Your attention was attracted by the sound of the phone message that was lying on the washing machine. The message was followed by a call and picking up the phone, you almost had a heart attack.