“You are my happiness, granddaughter, you are my love!” Maia strokes the head and hugs her twelve-year-old granddaughter Anano to her heart. Anano opens her mouth, smiles, looking at her with huge blue eyes. She also wants to say something to her grandmother - to the only person who did not leave her, did not let her go, and led her for twelve years, holding her hand like this. But she can't do that... She can't rush in from the end of the yard and hug her granny like the other kids do; she cannot collect spring flowers to congratulate the person whom she loves as a mother on Mother's Day.