But one day, everything changed. After another visit, the mother opened the door — and screamed in terror when she saw what had happened 😱😲
To be continued in the first comment 👇👇

That evening, there were many guests. Laughter and loud voices came from the next room. The boy was locked up again. He was thirsty.

On the shelf stood a plastic bottle with a bright cap. He thought it was juice — just like the kind his mom sometimes gave him. He grabbed it with his little hands, twisted off the cap, and took several big gulps.

A few minutes later, he felt his throat burning, as if fire had erupted inside him. He started coughing, his face turned pale, and he sank to the floor, hugging his teddy bear.