My house is just above the neighbor’s house. So I can see what’s going on in the yard.

The evening. The father of the family hiding behind the corner hurriedly smokes: so as not to show his harmful habit to teenage children.

At the other corner, his son, a high school student, smokes, too: I don’t want to bother him with this, because he has a weak heart.

They do not see each other, the touching care of each other makes me mourn to tears.