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When that child died suddenly, I was also on the verge of death. Later, we meet again in a world constructed with appropriate imagination. He's like a ghostly boy operating from his mother's vague imagination. In a cloud of speculation, we discuss seduction, pedophilia, slut-shaming, gender opposition, and the loss of women's value in the world of male sages. I insisted on getting inside my son's stubborn head and making him understand how history had shaped these two creatures so different and eternally opposed, as if they were enemies, when in fact they were not.

Grandma, mother, and granddaughter, all with very different personalities, live under the same roof. They love each other deeply, but they hate each other. There are no men here. Grandma is open-minded and flaunts her desire for love. My mother works as a literary translator and maintains a comfortable distance from reality. The granddaughter is smart and rebellious, but she is often confused when thinking about the future. On Christmas Eve, grandma opened the door, and a beautiful man stood at the door... This novel uses the form of diaries, letters, and monologues to show the daily life and inner world of three women whose ages, thoughts, and habits are very different. "I want... But I can't say it, because I really don't know what I want." "If I didn't have my mother and daughter, I would be lonely and desperate." "I am a free person, not a fixed family structure."