For reasons outside their control, the Petersons had to give away their child for adoption after six months. It was their first born and they could see themselves in its features. It was to be their one and only since, shortly after birth, an accident struck them both and rendered them sterile.
The child grew with foster carers in a different continent. As a norm, children were brought up in a rigorous program of social integration. They were not left alone not even during sleep or whilst doing their necessities. The carers spoke a distant language, were from a different background, one with a different social standing, with values which conflicted with the Petersons’. The society around the child had a strikingly different organization, both economical and hierarchical. Why or how they worked was alien. Why or how they obeyed their leaders was beyond comprehension. It was an isolated country and had been so for ages due to its military strength.
The Petersons would be allowed to see their child again after 30 years if they so wished. Their child would know nothing about the first few months of living.
For reasons outside their control, the Davidsons knew they would suffer the same fate if they went ahead and had a child.