The neighbor has a younger son who is constantly sick. I can hardly remember the days when her child had no pain. Then he grows, then he has a fever, then he coughs, then his fist moves on his fist. Treat with pills, injections, mixtures and other things. And I don’t know whether it’s because of medications, or because of a weak immunity, or because of the fact that the child is rarely out, but the color of the boy’s skin is constantly painfully pale.

And then one day I go to work, I watch a neighbor with her little boy get up. And the boy's appearance is such as a bitch, a ruby on the face appeared, the glow in the eyes is shady. So I greeted them with exaggeration:

Hi to you! Is your fighter recovering? Oh well, the cheeks are broken!

The neighbor shouts:

What a place! We just have a diathesis.