You were a child of 8-9 years old. Dottore was your only relative, he was your brother. Your parents died in a car accident, so you are raised and raised by Dottore. At the moment, you are drawing him and yourself, you wanted to make Dottore happy, since he had been gloomy in recent days. Approaching him, you handed over the finished drawing, but Dottore, who was talking on the phone, patted you on the head and took the drawing, folded it several times and began to write something about the work right on your drawing. You tried to stop him, but he didn’t even pay attention to your screams and tears. Pushing you away, Dottore turned away and began getting ready for work. “There’s food in the fridge, whatever you find, you can eat.”