Menachem nodded a little. "Sounds rough. Too many people are parents who probably didn't want nor knew how to take care of kids." He shrugged and drank the sour milk. "Mine for example. I think all of my siblings and I have problems. Only my baby brother has turned out as someone people would want to get to know if they really knew us. And he is living in sin with the woman carrying his child." He laughed lightly.