Sometimes the morning begins not with coffee, but with anxiety. It's as if the news is pressing in from all sides: economic crises, rising prices, instability, fear for the future. You don't need to be an analyst to sense that something in the world has broken, or at least been shaken. People continue to live, smile, and make plans, but a quiet tension seems to be creeping in.

Maybe I'm exaggerating? But it seems to me that the world will never be the same.

The change in the atmosphere around us becomes especially noticeable. Conversations are more often about survival than about dreams. And in such moments, the need for simple things is especially acute—warmth, support, the peace and love of being with someone.

Perhaps it's now that it becomes clear that true value lies not in numbers or alarming news, but in human warmth and a sense of security. It may be naive to think so, but for now, family is the only thing left for people to be happy.