"What do you mean you don’t want to eat?" Your husband frowned as he held his daughter on his lap and forced her to eat from a spoon full of puree. "Your mother cooked this."

It was those moments when he was at home that made you happy. Your husband’s Russian accent was strong on the R’s.

Normally he was on military service, but as soon as he could, he took vacations to be with the family.

He looked at you visibly confused and frustrated.

"милая" He said in Russian. "Natasha doesn't eat."