When her mother died in childbirth, eight-year-old Safi found herself with a newborn in her arms, taken away from the village that, according to an ancient, cruel tradition, had decreed the child's death to avoid the evil eye. Having fled to the city for her survival and that of her little brother, she will find the compassion and solidarity of a family and of many vendors in the large market, ready to feed the newborn as if he were their own little one, even with their own milk.