After her partner suddenly leaves her, Mia finds herself alone, with the baby. She's a single mother, and it seems like nobody will ever see her as anything else, and her eyebags are now permanent features of her face. As her daughter gets older, she finds herself passing through the different stages of single motherhood: wondering if she'll ever meet anyone on a dating app who isn't also a sad, single parent just wanting to be friends; wondering if she can start socializing again without people asking her why she's not home with the baby; wondering if she can sit and watch TV without falling straight to sleep. Can Mia get over the hurdles of being a single mother without losing herself in the process?
