Some weeks feel like years. In the eyes of a little girl, the days repeat like a silent echo, building a universe of routines and waiting.
In that motionless universe, two scenes become unforgettable: a constant phone call, and a father who promises to arrive every Tuesday at 2:00 p.m.
Through these memories, the short film reconstructs a childhood shaped by waiting, imagination, and the eternal search for a presence that never comes