Even in your exhibition, the son is engaged in small thefts, and the traces of your "education" are visible to strangers a mile away. I am afraid to imagine what is actually happening. Because, in fact, if you do not disturb anything, then why are you afraid of a simple conversation with a psychologist, like the hell?
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It is written that the child was caught for theft for two days in a row (thus he did this quite often), and this child did not experience moral suffering. So there is no need for a psychologist, but a police officer from the minor affairs department.