A grandmother visits in spring 2020, and the world locks down the next day. What could have been a simple story about waiting becomes something quieter: a boy learning that time with people you love doesn't come back, even when nothing dramatic happens. The film doesn't fight its own smallness. It sits with boredom, with worry that won't name itself, with the particular ache of missing someone who's still alive. A seven-year-old's experience of the pandemic, rendered without sentimentality or score-swells, lands harder than any bigger story could.

When spring arrives in 2020, Yugo's grandmother comes in from the countryside to spend real time with her grandson. Together they catch a comedy show in the park, and that night Yugo happily tells his family all about their outing. The very next day, Covid-19 restrictions take hold in town and Yugo is kept at home. Soon he hears that his grandmother is unwell. He waits patiently at first for life to go back to normal, but boredom creeps in, and one day he quietly sneaks out of the house.