This is a story about me. I was already 26 years old then. I wanted a child for a long time, but I could give birth to it only from a married man. I loved him. But his faith did not allow him to stay with me and divorce his wife. So I got pregnant, my beloved supported me, and everyone in my family supported me, except my father. It was a shame for him, people – being unmarried. When I gave birth, my daughter was black-haired, curly-haired, with gray eyes – a girl who did not look like my family at all. We all loved her except my father, he had not even seen his granddaughter. I did not come to my family home with her, as I was not a welcome guest.
My mother kept asking me to come, but I knew that only she was waiting for me at home. I was sorry for my daughter that she was deprived of her grandfather’s attention since birth. I have another brother, he loves me very much and loves my daughter as well. When my daughter was two years old, my brother decided to get married. We were invited to the wedding, but I did not want to come until the last moment, I did not want to spoil the celebration for my brother. I knew how it would turn out, I suspected that my father would be against it, would not want to see me and my unwanted child for him. After persuasion of my brother and my mother and future daughter-in-law, I decided to go. There were many children at the wedding, my daughter stood out from them,
not because she was beautiful, no, just because she was the darkest. She was always under my supervision. I knew and know that my father loves children very much, but I did not expect to see this: when I turned around, I noticed my father with my child. My daughter was sitting in my father’s arms. They were hugging and talking about something. The whole evening passed like that, I did not interfere. At the end of the evening, my father came to me, we hugged, and my father apologized to me and asked me to return home with my granddaughter. The guests were aware of our conflict, they all whispered. But I did not care: I forgave my father, now my daughter has a grandfather. Is this not happiness?
