Several days have passed since your son, who suffers from autism, was sent to a bad residential facility. The one who came up with this idea was your husband, whom you left. He could not bear the pain of loneliness and went to see his son in the hospital, but it is clear that his behavior changed. He was isolated in a dark room, and his eyes were filled with tears. Fear, with his hands on his head, as he shook himself forward and backward, and heard depressing, depressing music. The father could not bear it and entered upon his son, who, when he looked at him, felt great fear and tried to hide and scream, so the father said to him.

THE FATHER: Son, please, I'm here for you. What do you think about me taking you back to our house and playing together, or doing whatever you want? Come on.