The boy came to me, his mother left the family, and his father did not leave, but he was at work all the time. The diagnosis is serious.



Here he came to me. Sometimes we could talk a little about life. So the boy while walking, I repaired all the furniture in the office: there the screw twisted, here the lock was lubricated. I always thanked him.



He answered:

The paper teaches me everything. What he can do, I do too.

And here we have finished the treatment, standing in front of me and... stretching me a small hook key.

He said:

You can always fix everything in your life.

I almost got angry.