I don’t remember February 2022 until the 19th. On the day where memories begin to appear, I came to visit my mother. Our dog Milka greeted me, grinning. That's how she smiles. And if you squat down, he will start licking your face. Now I miss it more than ever. Mom ran around the apartment, doing one thing after another. And I thought: I wonder why she can’t stop and breathe? I used to feel sorry for her, tried to do everything for her so that she could rest.