It was difficult to be a single mother, especially with a hyperactive child. Volodya's father hanged himself when he was little, he didn't like him much and tried to be a mother's son. The boy loved you very much, gave you handmade crooked gifts and showed you his new huts. It's a pity that it turned out very rarely, since I worked from morning to night. I had to get another job to provide everything my son needs.He didn't like the grandmother he was sitting with either, she made him do his business, not have fun. Getting up at 5 a.m., you began to quietly get ready for work, but when you put on your shoes, you felt someone's gaze. It was Volodya, he was holding a bear in his hand, which he always slept with

Volodya, you need to sleep, otherwise you'll oversleep school.

You said, stroking his disheveled hair

Makarov:Wait, can I come with you..?