My sister got married four years ago. Now she is a mother of a three-year-old boy, and I am his aunt and godmother. I am 22, I study at university and work. Sometimes there are days when I can have fun with my friends. Due to my busy schedule, they are sacred and rare. It is difficult, of course, to combine everything, but I try. My sister, who is the mother of a beautiful John, does not work. She is always going to salons; I do not understand for whom she is dressing up. Her husband is away for months on business trips, so my sister does not really need salons. John goes to the garden, his mother takes him in the morning and stays at home all day chilling.
Recently he calls me: – Help me out! I have a salon, nails. I can’t take John. So I agreed. I had nothing to do that evening. After the university I went to the garden and picked him up. A week later, my sister’s husband came back from a business trip. -Help me out, take John! My husband is here. You know, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, we want to be alone. -I can pick him up, but only until 8:00. -Thanks, sister!!! Well, no one took him, of course, no matter how much I called and wrote. John was in tears while waiting for mom and dad. They came at 12. I stood there looking at them, and they were cheerful; they must have had a good evening.
The story doesn’t end there; three days later they call again. They were going to celebrate her birthday with her husband. But they didn’t want to take John with them, because the children would be older there, he just wouldn’t be interested. -I am very happy for you. But I have my own personal life too. You are his mother, not me. You know very well that I have both studies and work. It’s your son, there will be more children at the birthday party, so take him with you. She was still offended with me; and I called my mother. Mom told her off. She is sitting at home and wants to hang her legs from my neck.
