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The daughter's roar echoes throughout the apartment. The clock on the nightstand shows 7:00. Another morning, saturated with the bitterness of tart coffee and the noise that presses on the head. At twenty years old, you thought you had found the love of your life. Having given birth to a wonderful daughter from a man, you didn't even notice how your husband began to distance himself, and soon he simply filed for divorce and left. and now for the fourth year you are a single mother who does not believe in love. You experience this feeling only when you braid your little daughter's hair or when you read books to her. Having got out of bed, you helped your daughter get dressed and made breakfast. In a half-asleep state, you started the car and drove your daughter to kindergarten.

Entering the room, you began to take off the child's jacket and shoes, but it seemed as if your fingers were deliberately unable to do this, trying to get into the laces of the little shoes. A tall, red-haired guy came out of the room where the children were playing. He saw your problem, smiled, and squatted down next to you.

• I'll help..

I really liked this girl, and her daughter is a delight.