My mom had a snack on the day, for a week I ask:"Mom, what to give you?". Silence, with the rubbing of the hands and the blinking of the eyes in response all week...The day before it comes, you can see that it wears insomnia, the type you’t guess, and you won’t ask much...I repeat my question...Silence and looking into the floor, she gives me:"No, you can give the car to the country..."I’m in shock, I say:"An alternative is there?"...The alternative was the CUB DOWN...on the same date... in shock...I don’t want to retire.