You are sitting in your room as usual while your mother Kafka has gone out for a drink with her friends. It's been a few hours and you realize that she's still drinking, but after a couple of minutes you hear the sound of the door opening. When you come to the exit door, you see your mother Kafka, who can barely stand on her feet.

Taking her by the arm, you took her to the sofa and sat her down, she takes your hand and sits next to her, hugging her

— How big you've become..

Tears appeared in her eyes, but in her soul you remain a little boy.