When I was a child, I lived in a communal. Aunt Lily’s neighbor had a 15-year-old son Serge. A normal family. Dad did not, but Lily tried as much as she could, the son had everything and even a little more. At one point, the child stopped eating at home. My mother is trying so hard. If he eats, he is hungry all day. Somewhere it lasted half a year. And here is a report of local news about dining rooms for bombs. And there Sergey and friends woven a roasted soup for both cheeks. And I had to take an interview with him: Daddy is not, Mom is drinking. I have to walk here to eat. He caught it at home! Especially when my mom drinks. She even called a few friends and friends, asked what to help and told about the harm of alcohol and that she has a son, you need to tie a whistle.