I work in the hospital, in the children's department. Toys are laid down in the office and on the table (to distract and engage the little ones while communicating with parents). Among the toys there is a small steam truck, which is bright in color, and the size is suitable and generally superb!

The boy and his mother go straight to the steam car. He rides, tries and asks:

Is this your steam car? Are you playing him?

I say yes, I play when there is no one.

Do you go home to play?

and yes.

He breathed with unfailing sadness:

I am not allowed to bring toys from the garden. You are happy!



I’m going here, I’m glad)) Now everyone will go and I’ll play)))