I want to share with you the story that happened to my son. About how he was not afraid to take responsibility in his very young age – for a small life. My son moved to a neighboring city at 15 to study in college. He spent all the weekends and holidays at home with me.

But one day he stopped coming, and after a while he appeared on the doorstep with a roll in his hands. It turned out that he met with a girl who loved very much. She became pregnant, but during childbirth there were complications, and the girl died of blood loss. As a result, a girl who immediately lost her mother appeared.

Despite the fact that the son was still a child, he did not throw his daughter, but decided to raise her on his own. He knew that I would support him in any situation, so I returned home with a baby and told me everything. This is an act of a real man who is not afraid to take responsibility and remains strong not to happen!