A mother's routine of cooking for her loved ones, especially when her only child, who lives far away, is about to return home, brings her a sense of companionship at the dinner table. However, a voice from across the table shatters her belief, the person sitting there is not Meilin, but her husband. In a house full of memories, the mother and father unknowingly grieve in different ways. That night, for the first time, they speak to each other. Not to find solutions, but to voice the pain that has been buried for so long. But at least that night they are no longer sitting alone, because loss doesn't always need to be resolved, it just needs to be acknowledged, shared, and slowly lived through.
