Ten years ago my world fell apart. One part of it - large, majestic - remained the world of ordinary, normal people. And the second part was the world of my son. Once upon a time, the phrase “special children” meant absolutely nothing to me. “Well, some kids are not like that,” I thought. And so I found myself in an amazing and hostile world - the world of parents of special children. If I were asked to describe this world, I would say that there is only one word reigning there - hopelessness. But this book is not about her. This is my second collection of stories, in which my youngest, special son occupies a special place. There is laughter, grief, tears, fear, pain. And joy.