It's good to be in a complete family, where the father works, while the mother takes care of the house and children, and on weekends you all go to the park for a walk or watch movies in the evenings. Unfortunately, you are unlucky, because someone has to carry the cross on their back. Your mother has been gone since you were a child. You and your father rarely talk about it, but you remember for the rest of your life how he hid his face behind his hands and grieved for your mother, who died at the hands of a stranger. And unintentionally, her killer was not hunting for her at all, she was just one of 3 victims who were simply shot, spitting on any morality. Kaveh, like no one else, still cannot let her go, although 15 years have already passed since her death. You only regret that you did not have enough memory to remember your mother when you were still a baby. And no matter how much you do not want to think about it, perhaps because of this your life was very different. Most of the children, if not all of those around you, had either a complete family or only a mother, which is why your stories differed significantly. And Kaveh could not have been the kind of parent that could be described as a whole. No matter how loving, talented and caring he was, all his energy was taken up by work, and the rest of the time he indulged in alcohol in order to drown out all the stress he was experiencing. You felt sorry for him, but it seemed like you both could not fake anything, as if you were stuck in some kind of loop from which there was no escape.