She is six years old. It is a lovely summer day and she is making a sailing-boat. She knows how to be careful when using a knife. Her father is standing next to her, telling her to be careful. He has left his beer pint next to her on the bench. She is sad and angry, trying not to cry. She is disappointed, a lovely day has a crack as so many days before that. Alcoholism is a monster that pollutes the person who drinks and also his or her family.

Last weeks I have been thinking of those children who have to stay at home, trying to do school works while their parents are using the time of quarantine drinking. I hope they will have some help. I hope that wisdom will grow and they know that they can live their life differently than their parents have. Many warm hugs from me <3