We need to be happy. Part three.

Every day, I've been following the news. And most of all I was surprised by Luca. Which is exactly what he was doing.

His fund continued to work and give people money without needing to return it. And you need to do, was just tell your story, your dream.

The Dreamer Fund is ready to help everyone who has a dream.

A person with a dream and a goal gets the right amount of money and does what he or she wants.

A person begins to live as he or she wants.

Not life, but just a fairy tale.

That's what happened. It looked like a fairy tale. And no one could stop this fairy tale.

But with the advent of fairy tales, the audacity of human began to increase. And I was afraid that one day, this audacity would cross the line.

But over time, after the high-ranking people began to act and calm everyone, everything gradually began to fall into place.

But it was only temporary.

Although, cars began to drive, trains and planes began to be directed on the proper tracks.

The only thing that remained unchanged were universities.

I was standing in front of the university where I was teaching, and what did I see? Just empty rooms. Have they been studying what they didn't like all this time? Where were my students now?

They were chasing themselves, a dream they had to forget.

Slowly I opened the door and everything seemed to me so alien, all these walls, tables and chairs.

There wasn't a single person here.

Although not, when I passed Richardson's office, I noticed he was sitting at his desk. The expression on his face was not happy. Rather, he was depressed. I felt ashamed and sorry for him.

Maybe I shouldn't have written a book about dreams and life in general?

I knew it was his whole life's work. But now that the whole university was empty, he too was empty.

I was sorry and worried about what he was going to do.

But I couldn't walk up to him, and instead I just walked past his office.

I went into my office, opened a window there, and as before, opening a notebook in front of me, I sat comfortably on my chair.

Maybe teaching was my life, too. I missed the days when students listened to me, and I was talking and making conclusions.

But now looking out the window I saw only happy people, rich people, who perhaps for the first time in their lives felt complete freedom and power over their own lives.

Turning on my phone, I saw that someone had sent me an email.

I discovered that there was a link to some video.

As I expected it was another report.

But what I heard next scared me.

Let me say, if a person is given the opportunity to dream and live as he or she wants, sometimes all sorts of madness begin to happen.

And this madness was that one young man always dreamed of flying. His dream was to be a bird. To feel free.

And he followed his dream by jumping to the ground.

But the building on which he stood was too high.

Because of the new freedom, no one came to his aid.

I was afraid of what was happening now. But my fear grew stronger after someone wrote me a message, "Professor Skyemoone, look what you've done. Are you happy with yourself? Look what you've done."

But this was just the beginning of my new fear. There was no explanation for what happened next.

Later in the evening, when I got home, I felt a slight headache and went into the kitchen to make green tea to soothe the pain, and I didn't expect to hear a strange sound outside the house in a few seconds.

When I opened the door, there was no one.

But once I looked down as I saw in front of the door a basket inside which was a baby.

On the basket was a small note, with these words, "This is not my life, this is not what I wanted."

A woman left her child to me because it wasn't her dream. Her life.

I picked up the baby and entered the house.

The child did not cry, he just looked at me, and I noticed sadness in these big and tired eyes. He knew everything, he felt it. And he knew that nothing would change from his tears.

I was ashamed to look him in the eye. It's because of me that he lost his mother.

I was ashamed. And I couldn't help it, just like him.

I didn't know what to do. Leon wasn't home. And all I had to do was call Ethel, but she didn't pick up the phone. And then I called Eva. (That day, she left her phone number)

Ten minutes later she arrived.

I handed her a note and covered my face with my hands.

But I immediately felt her warm hand on my back.

"I'll take care of the baby, don't worry," she said.

"Everything becomes too incomprehensible. I need to stop it."

"Professor, there's nothing you can do," she said calmly, and I was frightened by her calmness.

She took the child in her arms, and he smiled for the first time in that time.

"Because of me, this child lost his mother. I'm the one who pointed out a new path to a new life."

"You just wrote a book. You didn't do anything. It's the people who took your book so seriously. It's not your fault. Skyemoone, you're just a writer," she said, and slightly embraced me.

«Eva what do you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're obviously following some kind of goal. What is your goal?"

At that moment the child cried.

Eva got up and started walking around the room.

"I don't need anything. I just want to help you. I want to be your support. Maybe that's my goal," she said, and smiled slightly. That smile scared me, too.

I didn't know what to say. The headache became stronger and soon I felt sick. I needed fresh air.

Noticing this, Eva said, "Professor, I apologize for that woman's act, but know you're not guilty. You're just a writer. As for the baby, don't worry, I'll take care of him."

"Where are you going to go with him?"

"I'm just going to be his mom," she replied with ease as if she had just made the decision of what next book she would read. "You need to rest, professor," she whispered and left the house.

I was scared, I could hear that baby crying. But what could I do?

And I tried to answer the question, "What happens if you give a human everything that he or she wants?"