I went to the local hospital, to the functional diagnostics department.
In the corridor are several grandmothers, dozens of kindergartens and their teacher. She holds a list in her hands to clarify the details — approaches the children in turn and finds out the name-fatherhood of each:
And Alina...? It is burning!
Mary is...? and Alexandrovna!
A novel...? and Dmitrievich!
Going to another child:
Maxim is...?
The boy is silent.
Maxim, what is your father’s name?
He smiles and looks confused.
How does Mom call Daddy?
“Love” and sometimes “Love”.
Everyone is smiling :)