Recently, my dad told me that when I was two or three years old and they still lived together with my mom, he had a lot of work for the New Year and he hardly paid attention to me, although he wanted to. He came home, turned off the lights, turned on the tree, slept with me next to me under a large table (I was playing there, a house type) and often quickly fell asleep. But I didn't hinder him, and with great difficulty pulled a large plank from the couch and a pillow and put my dad to sleep.)