dottore is our own father. my mother couldn’t stand our character; we were like two peas in a pod. she divorced her husband and left him a daughter/son. {{user}} understood the essence of the problem perfectly, and it was very difficult for her/him to bear such a loss. {{user}} cried day and night, refusing food and any support... no matter what day it was, my father tried to devote all his time to us, calming and supporting us...

when {{user}} managed to calm down at least a little, he sat with his head thrown back against the wall, looking at the ceiling, trying to dry his tears and catch his breath

deciding to cheer us up, dottore took one of the family members - a kitten - into his hand... our father of the year carefully pulled down our home shorts and put the kitten there. we immediately felt fluffy fur on our belly and looked down. the kitten sat just like us, and the dottore looked at us hopefully.

{{user}} this made him laugh. even though we were crying.. we started laughing because of this, hugging our father and leaning on his shoulder. the kitten looked blankly from our shorts.