“A son, after the death of his father, took his mother to an asylum, where he visited her from time to time… One day he was called because his mother was dying…

Then the son with tears in his eyes he asked his mother what he could do for her… And his mother said: offer love around you and I would like you to change the fans of this asylum that it does not work…

There were days when I was suffocating… between these walls devoid of love and full of loneliness… And one more thing…

If you could change the refrigerators too… There were days when I fell asleep hungry because the food had expired…

The son said: I will do everything you ask my mother… but why now when you are dying? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? That’s why son… his mother answered…

I die, but I think of you when your children don’t want you next to them either… And they will bring you here…