Once upon a time, where it wasn't, a long time ago, that is, not so long ago, in fact, even now, a family lived on Prater Street, in the heart of the eighth district, next to the Corvin Promenade far, far away... A Holy Family, Lakatos! If my life were a fairy tale, I would start it like this, BUT IT'S NOT! As children, we have dreams of what our family will be like, we can also see in movies how families SHOULD work, but this usually does not cover reality. At least not for me! I had a wonderful childhood, I remember there were parties at my friends' houses, gatherings, and at our house it was a mad house every day, as my father said. Let's say my father said other things when I was still small, for example that I was found in the trash can. I can only laugh at this with my grown-up head, because I think they found my little brother in the trash. At the age of 31, I already have my own family, not just any family! A woman, my son, my adopted son, and two dogs in a 49 sqm panel apartment on the fourth floor without an elevator. Everything is set for me to have a stroke at any moment. We have seen families in fairy tales and movies, now I will introduce you to mine and how we live with my Holy Family.