Heinz was walking home through the evening forest. He was cold and lonely. It was his seventh birthday, but such a happy day ended once again with loneliness, emptiness inside and tight tears on his cheeks. The child walked slowly, not wanting to return to the family. Before the birth of his brother Roger, he felt that he was not loved or appreciated. After the birth of a younger brother, this feeling only intensified. They ignored him, they did not want to play with him, the boy did not know what caress and love are. He just dreamed of hugs. He dreamed that his parents would finally embrace him, start appreciating and loving him. Instead of endless "You're a disgrace, Heinz", he wanted to hear a short: "I love you, son."

The child stopped in place and sobbed. His hands were shaking and he tried to wipe away the tears, but they only smeared more of them down his face.