When he lived in the shelter at 5th grade, a beemoto-like creature weighing under 200 kg entered our room. I ate for six, and constantly.On one day, I wake up to work around six in the morning. I see in the darkness that this bomb car sits on a chair and is silent. Well I think it might get the strength of the shob to fill the gut again. I took a shower, shaved myself, and went to work. I come back in the evening, the painting is still, the student is sitting and silent. I say "pups, what are you sitting down, what is sad?".Put out "I want to eat". My hair is dumb "also, the car of the car of the sacrifice was transmitted, what do you not eat?". And he's waiting, a friend from work, he has a microwave, or his mom forbids cold eating. She almost killed herself with a spammy.
Dear parents, if your child has enrolled in the institute (PTU,technicum,no matter) and settles in the community, please teach him at least elementary to heat food, prepare eggs, pasta, soup, etc. And it will suffocate with hunger if a friend left home on the weekend:)))