A young «mother» left her newborn home alone for three days because she was too busy enjoying her irresponsible lifestyle… But when she returned, the crib was silent.

At the memorial, no one gave a long speech.
There was nothing beautiful to say.

A baby had needed someone.

And the person who was supposed to stay…

had left.

For the rest of her life, Maya would hear that silence.

Not the music from the lake.

Not the laughter.

Not the voices that called her wild and free.

Only the silent room.

Only the useless bottles beside the crib.

Only the name of the child who had waited for her…

until he could wait no longer.