Life happens and manifests itself every day. Every moment. But many people live with their “eyes wide shut” and look and do not see what is around, what is nearby, even what is inside. Every time I am amazed and a little frightened by the fact that my friend is a whole separate huge - unimaginable, unique - world... It delights me - because in the lull of my own thoughts, sometimes I manage to catch something from this parallel world and freeze in shock, aware of wonder and otherness. Scares - because never - never! - I can’t get to the very end, to the very truth, to that truth as deep as the winter night sky. No. And my communication with the people around me is knowledge. Knowing the other and yourself through the other. Double mirror. Life happens - and those whose eyes are open see more and feel more acutely. In the funicular, a mother is trying to force a boy of about 4 years old to watch how the carriage rides and what is happening outside the windows. But the boy is holding a netbook, obviously given by his mother. And on the netbook there are cartoons. Apparently, so that the child does not get bored in the stroller during the journey. Before this, the mother had a very irritated conversation with someone on the phone, and suddenly notices that her son is not looking out the window at all, but is engrossed in a cartoon. “Look, we came here specifically for this!” “I don’t want to watch, I want cartoons.” ..- No, look, did I pay the money in vain! (by the way, travel costs 1.5 hryvnia, which is about 5 rubles). I’ve already seen all this a hundred times, I did it specifically to show you, look! - I don’t want... I want cartoons... Then the mother can’t stand it, snatches the netbook from the boy and hides it. The child is in tears, and his mother grabs him and pushes him towards the window. He sobs and tries to say that he doesn’t want to look out the window, but his mother is relentless. These menacing, sharp shouts still ring in my ears. The funicular slowly creeps up, and in 4 minutes the drama has broken out. As a result, the child looks out the window in tears and despair, the mother is angry, the rest of the passengers avert their eyes and are silent. After some time, the boy: “I’ve already looked out the window, can I have cartoons now?” - No, you can’t have cartoons, you’re feeling bad lead! The boy sobs even louder and then says something that makes my heart clench and makes me unbearably want to take him and hug him and hide him from this mother. “Mom, say that I am your favorite son, mother, say that I am your favorite son.” , mom, tell me.... - and so on endlessly repeats and cries... - No, not my beloved! You're behaving badly! - the mother answers sharply. The boy sobs louder and keeps repeating “say that I am your favorite son, say... I won’t do this again...” After some time, the mother says, “Okay, you are my favorite son.” At this point, everyone gets out of the trailer, and then goes about their business. How often do we do the same in relation to our children, loved ones, colleagues? How often do we think that we know for sure that THIS will be better for someone else? Why are we so sure of this? Why don’t we accept that another person is another person, even if he is of the same blood as us? And this unloved boy - he already knows that he is unloved. Timid attempts to follow his desires lead to the fact that his mother “stops” loving him. What can he do? He is in despair, how can he live without his mother’s love? After all, just a minute ago everything was fine, and now the world is falling apart right before our eyes... He begins to frantically look for a way out, to look for that action that will return his mother's love to him.. For some reason, it seems to me that this situation was not repeated for them once. And soon the boy will learn that you can’t do what you want. Because mom doesn't like it. And therefore you need to do only what your mother says. Otherwise she will stop loving me. It seems that the mother sees in her son a future man, self-confident, independent, able to stand up for himself, decisive, responsible... What mother does not want her to have such an adult son whom she can be proud of? With rare exceptions, most likely, almost everyone. But the unloved boy remembered for the rest of his life: if you want to be loved,.