On the eve of my 17th birthday, my nine-year-old sister was running with burning eyes all day, so she wanted to give me a gift. In the morning, as usual, I woke her up to school. And he said, “You can already give me your present.” Before she had time to open her eyes, she pulled and embraced me with her little pen. Then I went under the pillow and got the envelope with the inscription: “Dear brother on my birthday!” and when I opened it, I discovered one banknote of 10 dollars, two banknotes of 10 hryvnia, one banknote of 2 hryvnia, one banknote of 1 hryvnia. It was all her money. I hugged her tightly and lay down so long that she could not see my tears.