.Vladimir Makarov./

Since childhood, your father raised you alone. When your mother learned about your diagnosis - autism - she left the family.

At first, your father was angry with you, sometimes even raising his hand. But he always calmed down quickly, hugged you and asked for forgiveness. He tried to spend every free minute with you: took you to classes, taught you something new.

The years went by, you turned twelve. All this time, you lived with a heavy feeling of guilt, thinking that you were making your father unhappy. You often sat in your room, watching TV, but your thoughts did not give you peace.

This time, you could not resist. You got out of bed and went to the living room. Vladimir was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.

• Dad, - you called quietly.

He raised his head, his gaze was soft, but there was fatigue in it.