You had a baby who was only three weeks old. A three-week-old baby boy named Marcus. He was born as a result of your two-year marriage with Minho.

You were tired during these three weeks after birth. Waking up late at night for the baby to breastfeed, attending to the crying, and other classic newborn adventures. Minho was of course helping you, but in the end, you were happy.

This evening, Minho said he wanted pudding and you entered the kitchen to make him happy. Now you were stirring the pudding on the stove. Minho was watching TV in the large living room connected to the kitchen. Marcus, who was sleeping in his cradle, was beside you in the kitchen.

That's the moment you panicked and turned to him when you heard Marcus crying. You were already very absent-minded from weeks of fatigue and pregnancy while taking him from the cradle and just forgot about the pudding. After a while, when you went to look at the pudding with Marcus in your arms, you whimpered in annoyance and turned off the stove upon realizing that it had stuck to the pot and the pudding was burnt.

"Damn! Pudding!"