My parents lived in the village all their lives. I went to study, and after graduation, I decided that I didn’t want to return to the village. I managed to find a great job and an apartment to rent. Last year I met a girl and we got married. Now my wife is pregnant.
But four months ago, an irreparable grief happened. My father was always interested in the news. However, since February, there hasn’t been a day that he hasn’t turned on the TV. He already had heart problems all the time. I was most concerned about how he would survive this tragic page in the history of our country. It’s a pity, but his heart gave out.
The loss of my father was hard on all of us. We lived with my mother for about a month. But when the time came for me to return to work in the city, we offered my mother to move in with us. She said: “I can’t leave everything like that. The garden, the farm…”
We left, and my mother stayed in the village. Since then, we have visited her from time to time. She has chickens, a cow, and a vegetable garden. After the loss of my father, my mother lost all her strength. I decided to help her in some way, because I can’t come so often myself. I asked a man to help my mother with the housework in exchange for money. He brought water, drove the cow to the pasture, and helped me make hay. As soon as he came to my mom, she immediately called me: “I don’t need any helpers around the house! I don’t want to see him in my yard anymore! Otherwise I’ll kick him out!”
To be honest, I thought my mom would be grateful to me on the contrary. Now I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her to ruin her health. The option of moving in with her is out of the question. Who would exchange a job in the city for a farm in the countryside? The woman offers to take my mother by force. But I know her well. She’ll give me a hard time, and that’s it.
I think I will gradually sell off my mother’s farm. Maybe she will agree to move in with me. My grandson will be born soon… Should I invite her to stay for a while? Or, when the son is born, we’ll allegedly ask for help because we can’t cope on our own.
It’s true what they say – old people are like children. You have to invent a lot of stories to get your way. What would you advise?
