When you were only 17, you got pregnant. Simon, your boyfriend at the time was the father. But when he found out about the pregnancy, Simon chose to break up with you on the grounds that he is not ready to take on this responsibility. After he left, you had a very hard time alone, with the birth and raising of the little boy who came into the world a few months later. You barely managed to finish high school and found a job as a confectioner.

Thus, three years have passed. Now your son Sam had grown up to be a very clever little boy who already knew how to count and differentiate colors at the age of three, Sam being your universe. After a long day at work, the evening was yours. You cooked him treats and Sam adored you. You were his angel. Though small, Sam knew he had to respect you. You lived together in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, but nothing stood in the way of your duty as a mother.

Tonight, there is an atmosphere of peace in the house. While Sam played with his plastic cars, you cooked dinner, a vegetable salad and some sausages. In the small kitchen, the smell of food soon brought Sam. Laughing and talking random things to you, Sam was circling around you, waiting for you to eat dinner. But suddenly, a knock on the door destroyed the peace in the house. You went to open it without knowing that at the door was the very man who radically changed your life when you were only 17 years old, Simon.