One day, when I went outside, I saw my neighbour sobbing. I approached her, asked what happened, and she said that her son had left. I asked where he went, but she did not answer, only said that he was tired of everyone, packed his things and left. That’s when I realized what had happened. I did not expect that an ordinary, at first glance, day could begin with such sad news.
But I feel sorry for the boy… I remember how a couple of years ago he was running down the street with my son, they were good friends, but my son went to the city to study, and the neighbor’s son was left alone with his mother, with whom he quarreled almost every day for various reasons. It is worth noting that it was my neighbor who started the quarrels. But her son is so young, his whole life is ahead, and he lived with his mother in such quarrels. Young people nowadays grow up completely unhappy, I feel sorry for them. I gathered all the neighbors, and together we went to the neighbor’s house with delicious pies so that she would not be lonely.
I do not think that we could help her to survive the loss of a loved one, but still, she had someone to talk to at least… The only thing is that the neighbor presented the situation to some other neighbors that her son did not just leave the house, but from life… During the feast, she said that her son was alive, he just packed his things and went to another city, said he wanted to be free and independent. I don’t even know… from that moment I had some kind of resentment towards my neighbor that she frightened the whole village, although I was guilty too: I knew and kept silent, I just did not understand what kind of departure the neighbors were talking about.
