“You know what I remember, brother?” he said. One day I was arguing with my late mother: she was shouting, 'I don't want to listen to you. Finally, I said to her: 'You can't understand me, mother, because we are people of different generations.' She was very offended by my statement, and I thought, 'What should I do,' I thought, 'The medicine is bitter, but it still needs to be swallowed.' Now it's our turn, our children will say that we are not of their generation. us and we will swallow this bitter medicine.”