The most unselfish, absolute love is a mother to her child . Only the mother loves not for something, but just like that. But how often this love is selfish! How often it is not for good, but for harm! Tanya gave birth to a son at eighteen. When her peers ran to dates, discos and cafes, changed cavaliers and made plans for the future, she washed diapers, cooked porridge and went for a walk in the square closest to the house with a stroller. Everyone around her considered her abnormal, and Tanya did not regret anything - for the first time in her life she felt necessary. Time is running out. It would seem that yesterday she, holding in her hand a small warm plump hand of her son Miti, led him to the first grade. And today Mitya goes to Paris forever, because his young wife is French. Life is over? All the victims were in vain? Or maybe, on the contrary? Everything is just beginning? The adult son of a young woman is so romantic...