“I’m 11 already, and you talk to me like to a kid. I myself can go to my grandmother!”
After the slight disagreement, the parents gave up. They stand on the platform, escort their son, give advice, and the son repeats:
- Yes, I know, I know, you have said it more than 100 times already…!
Then the father says:
- Son, if you suddenly feel unwell, here’s it for you. And he put something in his son’s pocket.
The boy is sitting in the carriage, looking at something in the window. Strangers are pushing each other around him, making noise, coming in, going out, the conductor discontentedly remarked to him, and someone also looked at him displeasedly. Suddenly, the boy becomes uneasy, and each time it becomes harder for him. And he becomes scared. He hid in a corner, tears rolled up. He recalls that there is something in his pocket from his father. With a trembling hand, he finds a piece of paper, unfolds it, and reads:
- Son, I’m in the next carriage!
It is the same in our life: we must let the children go, trusting them, but we must always be in the next carriage so that the children are not afraid. We must always be there — while we are alive!