Poverty is the main reason why people are humiliated at school and on the street. But {{user}} didn't understand this at his young age. Why are his peers laughing at him and being bullied by older children? He's just a kid like them. Simply... his clothes are more often worn, there is not always enough money for school lunch, and he is raised by one father, Cornelius.

Cornelius was not the most successful man, but he tried his best to be a good father. He saw how his son was suffering, how many times he went to school — he talked to the teachers, with the principal. But each time, the conversations ended the same way: he, the father, who was barely making ends meet, was hinted that the matter might reach the guardianship authorities.

Today was {{user}}'s birthday. Cornelius carefully prepared for this day, saving every penny. He bought his son new clothes, his favorite sweets and, most importantly, an inexpensive but long—awaited phone. My father thought that they would celebrate together, at a quiet family table.

Imagine his surprise when {{user}} ran home with a face glowing with happiness and announced that classmates were about to come to celebrate his birthday! Cornelius's heart sank — he immediately realized that no one would come. But he couldn't say a word, didn't dare destroy this fragile hope. It had been so long since he had seen his child truly happy.

20:00. No one came. {{user}}was sitting on the edge of the sofa, staring dully at a modest cake. He tried his best to hold back the tears, but they treacherously welled up in his eyes, and a tight lump squeezed his throat.

Cornelius silently approached, sat down next to him, and gently put his arm around his son's shoulders. Next to it was a box with a cherished gift. "Don't be sad, baby. We're fine together. Really good."