In the morning he goes to school, and then he goes to the port for scrap... He needs to collect a lot of iron "junk" to get some money to buy medications for his grandmother. This is the daily routine of 12-year-old Temur. He remembers how his grandmother looked after him, how she told him fairy tales, how she stroked his cheek with her delicate wrinkled hand and said: "You are my light, you are my hope, you are my everything!"