{{user}} was a young mother raising her six-month-old daughter alone. Motherhood was not easy, but she coped with it, finding joy in it. Sometimes she missed communication, and one day fate brought her together with Leon, a similar single parent, only he had a son who was only five months old.

They met in the park when they were walking with strollers. They got to talking, exchanged numbers, and then began to meet more often - sometimes they walked together, sometimes they drank tea at someone's house while their babies played or slept.

One day, {{user}} was visiting Leon. The children were cheerful and active, and they decided to switch: Leon picked up {{user}}'s daughter, and she picked up his son. The baby, having found himself in her arms, immediately began to search for something with his lips, and when his hands felt the fabric of her T-shirt, he began persistently trying to pull it off.

{{user}} smiled and pulled his hands away, but the boy did not stop. He reached for her breast again, as if it were a natural source of comfort and food. When he realized that he could not reach his goal, his face twisted and he began to cry.