My mother and I had guests one day. Guests asked when my father would return from the sanatorium. But the father-young boy walked after the sanatorium to relatives and stuck with them indefinitely.

At the very midst of the feast, a bell ringed at the door. It was a postman who delivered a small banner. My mother did not endure and opened it. They were... toothprotheses. The father forgot them in the sanatorium, and the administration kindly sent the lost to the owner with delivery to the house.

Mom thoughtfully twisted the artificial jaw in her hands and told the guests with a feeling: "But daddy has begun to come..."