Sometimes the film follows the woman into a room that makes her jealous. It’s a little girl’s room and it’s lovely. There are toys in there. Toys that she has always wanted but never had, like a Barbie Dreamhouse and a giant rocking horse that looks like it would carry her away on exciting adventures. Its mane is long and silky and it has a real leather saddle.

There’s a bookcase in one corner with lots of books she knows she would love. Sometimes the woman takes the books out and looks at them, just flicks through the pages, and she can see lots of pictures and big writing. She knows if she had the chance, she’d be able to read them.

The bedding is white and pink, and the walls are mostly white with pink trim. The window has long white curtains and there is a pink rug on the floor that looks very soft. The bed has actual posts, like it belongs to a princess and there’s a big, almost life-size dolly that sits on the bed. She has brown hair like hers and a pretty checked dress. She wishes she could play with that doll.

She longs to be in that room, and that longing is so strong that it is an almost physical ache.

She dreams about that room.

She dreams about the man and lady now, too. She is finding it hard to remember her mummy’s face but she can picture the lady very clearly.

The funny thing is, they have a little girl’s room but she never sees a little girl.

When the woman goes into that room, she smiles at her through the camera.