It's really hard for me to see my aunt without a change that I expect her to have, the improvement and that willingness to really change for the better, to rehabilitate herself and get out from her addiction for her kids. I really pity her kids because it's obvious that their needs are inadequately addressed. They are unsociable and they look as if they were traumatised. I am not living with them, and their place is far from mine, so I am not able to witness personally what's going on in their day-to-day lives. But because of the fact what my aunt is doing, it's not hard to see that even her kids are direly affected. I couldn't do anything. First, I am not in the position. Second, I don't have the capacity to sustain her children's needs. But I want to help her in even the most little unimaginable and unnoticeable way, but even one I couldn't find. And that just make my heart aches.