To what extent can you make sacrifices for your loved ones? How, while living for the sake of others, not to lose yourself? Or sacrifice for this and sacrifice in order to give without reserve? Everyone decides these questions for themselves. For Ella, such a question did not arise - she, it seems, was born in order to serve those close to her. But Emma, her sister, always believed that she didn’t owe anyone anything. She lived excitedly, without looking back, always knowing that Ella was there - unrequited, faithful, submissive. Someone you can rely on, who will always lend a shoulder. And who is happy in the end? The one who took or the one who gave? The one who has something to remember, or the one who has never seen anything in life? Are a clear conscience and loyalty to family ties really worth a life that, in fact, never happened?