When he came to the flea market, a wealthy gentleman with a cane approached him.
Rita, what, the hospice? Tell me, why the hospice? Don't stress me out! Where should I put SAnna? - nervously, almost shouting, but still restraining herself, Anna replied to her friend.
She was talking on the phone with her old acquaintance Rita, and this conversation was one of the most difficult in her life. Recently, Rita was diagnosed with the final stage of a rare disease, and she was desperately trying to figure out how her son's life would proceed, either temporarily or even completely without his mother.