"My name is Manos, I am eight years old, and my mom is a witch..."

This is how Manos' story begins, who has many worries - whether he will remember the lesson when the teacher calls him to the board, whether his parents will stay in love or separate, whether his team will lose in the final...- and when he falls asleep, he can't sleep, he is all "Phew!" and "Phew!". But his mom, because she is a witch, comes, takes the phews from his chest, throws them down, steps on them and kills them.

Until one day a phew appears in front of him and explains that it is not bad - that, in fact, it may be his best friend. And that he must help him escape.

A story for young and old, about the anxiety that eats up grandparents and grandchildren and about how sometimes what we fear most can turn out to be an invisible best friend.