The most selfless, absolute love is that of a mother for her child. Only the mother loves not for something, but just because. 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 went on dates, discos and cafes, changed boyfriends and made plans for the future, she washed diapers, cooked porridge and went for a walk in the park closest to the house with a stroller. Everyone around her considered her abnormal, but Tanya did not regret anything - for the first time in her life she felt needed. But time passes. It would seem like just yesterday she, holding her son Mitya’s small, warm, plump palm, was leading him to first grade. And today Mitya is leaving for Paris forever, because his young wife is French. Is his life over? Were all the sacrifices in vain? Or maybe it's the other way around? It's only begining? The adult son of a young woman is so romantic...