All eighteen years I have been looking for my son. Yes, they told me that he died, but I knew that he was alive, I felt it. After being harassed by the director of the school where I worked as a mathematics teacher, I quit and met him... My first love, who turned out to be the director of a prestigious gymnasium and offered me a job. I agreed and on the very first day of work I encountered the rudeness of an eleventh grader. Calling his father for a conversation, I didn’t even think that the same man who took my child away would come to the meeting... He didn’t recognize me and turned out to be an even bigger boor than my son... My son.