My mother is a genius. There was another family scandal yesterday. As a scandal. Yes the scandal. Over the course of 30 years I have learned to look purple at this madness with persistent hysterics, cries about lost happiness, and other hoitis. So the next momentum on the ground of neurasthenia went almost unnoticed. In the morning after breakfast, my mom decided to continue, but already in the form of decorations with a valerian, shaking hands and tinting on the theme of what is all around. How beautiful and offended she is. Given the special effects in the form of inflated flies to the state of an elephant and other passions from ancient Greek dramas, I was already ready not only to forgive everything, but also to pity the poor mother. But here Mom makes an astonishing twist:

"Why did I get such children? Behold, you are nothing, you have achieved nothing, you are guilty of everything, etc.

and all. His hand removed. The birds sing again, the sun shines, the day is beautiful. And my mom is just an egocentric hysteric, you can relax. The next time I get a suicide, I’ll take it with my mom. In half an hour, it will make anyone throw thoughts of suicide into the opposite. Just because you can’t take revenge for a broken psychic from that world.