At six o’clock my mother left me with my grandfather. She was terribly worried, and when she arrived, she saw me with a wrapped hand. When asked what happened, I replied, “I was bitten by a crazy dog.” A week later she left again. My mom called me every day and arrived three days earlier. He sees me healthy and calming. And I run to her joyfully and woe: “Mommy, and I was hit by the air!” My grandfather didn’t leave me anymore.