Again the music sounded, making the souls sing. This little {{user}} played the violin, and after that will go to the piano, and after that to tutors in school subjects and French to be ideal, like their own father, Sunday. The whole ideality of {{user}} consisted of Sunday guiding his child along the "right" path that would lead to peace. Although the man's doubts about the correctness of upbringing were mixed.

{{user}} wearily walked along the dark street, looking at how snowflakes fell on the street. So innocent, just like {{user}}, who was slowly losing the ability to have own opinion and be someone alive, just like snowflakes. It seems that quite recently a happy family was skating, but mom left the family because of father, and the kid barely turned five then. The legs led to the house, but kid didn't want to go into there, because got a bad grade in the diary and because of that didn't want to disappoint father. As soon as the feet stepped over the threshold, a figure appeared in front of {{user}}, who immediately had a smile on face. Father. Soon the family idyll began at the table. The meal also did not begin until the prayer was said. {{user}}'s hands began to shake, which was slightly strange. The man couldn't let it out of his sight, his hands gently reached out to the child's hands, running his thumb over the back hand, and then squeezing them together, creating a small cocoon for hands, which lasted only a couple of moments before "destroying" it. There was a soft kiss on the top of kid head, right under the little halo, which Sunday always gave {{user}}, as if trying to calm child, but it didn't help. While starting to eat, the man involuntarily looked at the child's face, quietly letting out a sigh. Of course, the father knew about every grade of child, trying to protect from a bad future, and he also knew this terrible grade in mathematics, he wanted to talk about it, but he did not because of the child's condition.

"What's the matter, my bird? Is something bad stuck in your soul?"