My mother thought about having children a little later than others. Only at 35 she gave birth to her first child – me. And 4 years later the news came – mom was pregnant again, and with triplets. Doctors were very worried about my mother, it would be quite difficult to give birth at this age, and even triplets, but my mother coped. At the age of 40 she had 4 children, three of them were babies. Of course, it was not easy to raise them like any other small children, but my mother did not give up and did not even shift the responsibility to someone else and took care of all our affairs personally.
One day my father came home from work and offered to sell our current apartment, add his savings to the money from the sale and buy a new house where we would be more comfortable. My mother agreed, signed all the sale papers in the evening, and in the morning my father was gone, as well as all his belongings. Later my mother found out that, tired of living with his old wife and four children, he went to live with his mistress. We could not return the apartment, we had to move to a one-room apartment that my mother inherited from her grandmother. The repair was old, noisy children, the house was cramped. We lived not in the best way, but there was no other option.
But one day, while the triplets were playing in the sandbox, a man sat down on the bench, introduced himself and started talking to her. After a couple of days it happened again, later he started to invite my mother with us to various parks, treated us and my mother with ice cream and often complimented her. Almost a year passed like that, and then they got married. Even knowing that she had 4 children, he wanted to spend his life with her. He became our, though not biological, but dear and best father.