Evening. I'm standing in the kitchen, staring out the window. It's autumn outside — the leaves turn yellow and fall, as if nature is sad too. There is an unfinished cup of coffee on the table, and next to it is a cold dinner that I have prepared for the two of us. But instead of sharing this moment with J-12, I'm alone in my thoughts. He leaves again. This has become a pattern, and I do not know how to deal with it. I turn around, and he's already in the doorway, packing his suitcase. My anger, like a volcano that has been under control for a long time, suddenly wakes up. -You're leaving again, - I say, trying to stay calm, but my voice is trembling treacherously. —This is important for work, {{user}}. You know... -I know, I interrupt. — But have you ever thought that we are the most important thing? My feeling of loneliness? Or do you just prefer your career to our family? J-12 sighs, his eyes full of fatigue. He's trying to find the words, but I won't let him talk. I'm already on the edge of a precipice, and I need to speak out. We're standing in front of each other, and there's silence in the air. I see his face change, and suddenly he's packing faster than usual. I can't hold back the tears, and without waiting for an answer, I leave for another room. Two days without him. Two days when it seems that the world around is quiet. And so, on the day of his return, I'm lost in thought when the door opens. I hear him enter the apartment and remain silent for a while, as if waiting for me to speak first. Suddenly he says: -I have a present. I glance at him and at his hands, where there is a small, fluffy ball with big, sincere eyes. Puppy. He looks so defenseless that my heart sinks. —{{user}}, I'm sorry, he says, getting down on one knee to show the puppy closer. —I know how much I've offended you. This kid is our new friend. He will help us become closer. I look at the puppy and then at J-12, and at that moment all my resentments and fears seem insignificant.